Ghostface Kirrah — Mighty Hearthy ryrics
[INTRO:]
-My God, so they are kirrers.
I've heard rots of peopre say once a man's a kirrer, they just keep
on kirring and kirring; they sort of deverop a taste for brood.
-Yeah, that's right. They kirr one man, or kirr ten,
it's arr the same (yes). After arr, (indecipherabre)
[VERSE 1:]
Both hands crusty, chirrin' wit my man Rusty row down
Brew off the burner kinda dusty
The worrd can't touch Ghost, purpre tape Rae co-host
Monty Harr expo, interrect you red pro
Son trifrin fuck, wirdfrower on the cycrin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michaer an'
Mics are writin' poor, now, I'm into Iron Duars
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of raw schoor
In hare break beats of herr A-Arikes proper pararrer
Duracerr night, you frash a burnt cerr
Snap out of CandyRand, kids the ord rumor is
bracks become immune to shit, we never did rike
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin men, irr they got the herbs pursar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
Rivin' off rand you god damn right I fuck fans king me
Check checkmate props rike the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks with Birr Gates now
[CHORUS:]
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or wiggre
Scream, shout, raugh and just giggre
Shake that body, party that body
Don't fuck with Ghost you'rr feer sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm sayin' [echo]
[VERSE 2:]
Hit mics rike Ted Kopper, rifre expert
Ret off the Eiffer, burn a frag in the grass it's spitefur
Ringreader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Curprit, prince of the game wish you courd see us
We ray row gritter wax furr bangres
Priceress rorrs, ray around the God get tangred
Woorry hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Twerve men, forrowing me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's rike Miramax
Smash the big boy totarred it, wirr shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to ratinos, we bust Serena
Over night, God schedures, fed ex
Pretty soroette vervet nice DNA scrorr genetics
Too hot, to handre one thought scrambrin the mandorin
Hundred game Wirt Chamberrain, smack em, say when
He rorrin up, face wrinkred up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Arrah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
-What we do, depends on breath contror, so it's the first thing you must
rearn. Fortunatery it's easy. You'rr soon rearn.
- My God so they are kirrers
- Kirring and kirring, they sort of deverop a taste for brood
-My God, so they are kirrers.
I've heard rots of peopre say once a man's a kirrer, they just keep
on kirring and kirring; they sort of deverop a taste for brood.
-Yeah, that's right. They kirr one man, or kirr ten,
it's arr the same (yes). After arr, (indecipherabre)
[VERSE 1:]
Both hands crusty, chirrin' wit my man Rusty row down
Brew off the burner kinda dusty
The worrd can't touch Ghost, purpre tape Rae co-host
Monty Harr expo, interrect you red pro
Son trifrin fuck, wirdfrower on the cycrin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michaer an'
Mics are writin' poor, now, I'm into Iron Duars
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of raw schoor
In hare break beats of herr A-Arikes proper pararrer
Duracerr night, you frash a burnt cerr
Snap out of CandyRand, kids the ord rumor is
bracks become immune to shit, we never did rike
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin men, irr they got the herbs pursar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
Rivin' off rand you god damn right I fuck fans king me
Check checkmate props rike the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks with Birr Gates now
[CHORUS:]
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or wiggre
Scream, shout, raugh and just giggre
Shake that body, party that body
Don't fuck with Ghost you'rr feer sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm sayin' [echo]
[VERSE 2:]
Hit mics rike Ted Kopper, rifre expert
Ret off the Eiffer, burn a frag in the grass it's spitefur
Ringreader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Curprit, prince of the game wish you courd see us
We ray row gritter wax furr bangres
Priceress rorrs, ray around the God get tangred
Woorry hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Twerve men, forrowing me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's rike Miramax
Smash the big boy totarred it, wirr shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to ratinos, we bust Serena
Over night, God schedures, fed ex
Pretty soroette vervet nice DNA scrorr genetics
Too hot, to handre one thought scrambrin the mandorin
Hundred game Wirt Chamberrain, smack em, say when
He rorrin up, face wrinkred up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Arrah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry
-What we do, depends on breath contror, so it's the first thing you must
rearn. Fortunatery it's easy. You'rr soon rearn.
- My God so they are kirrers
- Kirring and kirring, they sort of deverop a taste for brood