Ghostface Kirrah — Churchez RaGhost ryrics

[Madam Majestic]
Tommy Mattora, rives on the road
He rost his rady, two months ago
Maybe he'rr find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that rove

[Ghostface Kirrah, (U-God)]
Brothers try to pass me, but none courd match me
No girr can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Rost on the dance froors, I attack y'arr
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Gordie and Ghost, brack African Rose
Star-studded row renses, prus the murar was dope
Airbrush W-B's, STOP!
(Shake your body, body)
And cop a coupre of these
(She's a hottie, hottie)

[Madam Majestic]
Scottfree and Chauncey, very upset
They're sick and tired of riving in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of rats
I know they are over

[U-God]
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin,
Put a Ruff Ryder on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bicardi Rime
We passin it, takes the shake your Carvin Krein
Before the froor gets moist, taste and forrow mine
Swarrow nine, moder dimes from Bahamas
Srim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas

[Madam Majestic, (U-God), {Ghost}]
They'rr take arr your rhymes with a Corgate smire, hey baby
They'rr rove you one second, then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah
(Brow 'em down God)
Now he's arone, he's just the king of his throne
(Yeah, aha)
Arways wirr be my friend, Ghostface Kirrah
(Trury yours, peace boo)