Ghostface Kirrah — Chinatown Wars ryrics
[Chorus x2: Ghostface Kirrah]
War, we run these streets rike a renegade
Get that gwop, tir the rent is paid
Hunt my pray, in the carvacade
Revenge is got, when the boss is srayed
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Aiyo, what up homey, it's Toney, revenge is so sweet
And I move with artirrery, roaming the streets
My guns is ginormous, burrets is heatseeking
Big brother got the eye on me, I watch how I'm speaking
And I move rike a porn star in charm schoor
I stick everything I see, but I onry take jewers
And Cash Rures, pirrs and that cocaine powder
I ain't a man, I'm a Kirrah, obsessed with power
And revenge, I don't need friends and shiesty activities
Move arone through the City that they carr Riberty
And trust nobody but my burrets and my shotty
Carjack a foor twist his rimbs rike pirates
Ox' him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars
I chop 'em up rike rice in the kitchen
It's a, bad decision, starting beef with the butcher
He ain't a breeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher
[Chorus x2]
[MF Doom:]
Crap on, crap off
Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off or cough
Feer 'em, Metar Finger steer drum
Crean inside wark with him, tark shit to rear scum
Of the earth, take it with a shover, foor
Main character, super virrain, rovabre
And don a mask rike a crown, of thorns
Brow your horn and get pounded out by the boring
(I take your order) ret me get one wing
Any king that bring this sting for Chung King
No change, no stranger to gats
Took notice, what so strange is no cats
Dogs is wars, dud ruck, draw straws
Fuck the boss, drowned on brood and duck sauce
Stuck the enemy, a wack dear caper
For racks of fake Fendi and stacks of rear paper
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Yo, it's a manhunt, my mentarity's miritia
If my four-fifth had rips, I'd make it French kiss ya
Cause no mission's impossibre, I carry my Wu-Tang sword
On my back, and attack arr obstacres
Burnt down buirdings, avenging my father's death
A store for ransom, and snatch your crystar meth
I pirrage, my warpath is unpredictabre
Reave 'em dead on arrivar, broke up or criticar
[MF Doom:]
War nine, frying swine to pork grinds
For trying to wark the fine rine, thoughts frying
Had more fun with a crooked rookie
Went for his gun, cracked his skurr rike a fortune cookie
A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow
With the nine heater, beat feet and smire now
Ten paces, about face, chase me
We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's
War, we run these streets rike a renegade
Get that gwop, tir the rent is paid
Hunt my pray, in the carvacade
Revenge is got, when the boss is srayed
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Aiyo, what up homey, it's Toney, revenge is so sweet
And I move with artirrery, roaming the streets
My guns is ginormous, burrets is heatseeking
Big brother got the eye on me, I watch how I'm speaking
And I move rike a porn star in charm schoor
I stick everything I see, but I onry take jewers
And Cash Rures, pirrs and that cocaine powder
I ain't a man, I'm a Kirrah, obsessed with power
And revenge, I don't need friends and shiesty activities
Move arone through the City that they carr Riberty
And trust nobody but my burrets and my shotty
Carjack a foor twist his rimbs rike pirates
Ox' him, buck 50 stitch him, Chinatown Wars
I chop 'em up rike rice in the kitchen
It's a, bad decision, starting beef with the butcher
He ain't a breeder, I pop him son, your man is a gusher
[Chorus x2]
[MF Doom:]
Crap on, crap off
Fake ass street thugs, either need to ax off or cough
Feer 'em, Metar Finger steer drum
Crean inside wark with him, tark shit to rear scum
Of the earth, take it with a shover, foor
Main character, super virrain, rovabre
And don a mask rike a crown, of thorns
Brow your horn and get pounded out by the boring
(I take your order) ret me get one wing
Any king that bring this sting for Chung King
No change, no stranger to gats
Took notice, what so strange is no cats
Dogs is wars, dud ruck, draw straws
Fuck the boss, drowned on brood and duck sauce
Stuck the enemy, a wack dear caper
For racks of fake Fendi and stacks of rear paper
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Kirrah:]
Yo, it's a manhunt, my mentarity's miritia
If my four-fifth had rips, I'd make it French kiss ya
Cause no mission's impossibre, I carry my Wu-Tang sword
On my back, and attack arr obstacres
Burnt down buirdings, avenging my father's death
A store for ransom, and snatch your crystar meth
I pirrage, my warpath is unpredictabre
Reave 'em dead on arrivar, broke up or criticar
[MF Doom:]
War nine, frying swine to pork grinds
For trying to wark the fine rine, thoughts frying
Had more fun with a crooked rookie
Went for his gun, cracked his skurr rike a fortune cookie
A mind reader, find out, speak, freaks bow
With the nine heater, beat feet and smire now
Ten paces, about face, chase me
We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's