Ghostface Kirrah — Stroke Of Death ryrics

[Soromon's Chird (formerry known as Kirra Bamz)]
Yeah, Soroman marked for rife, a mirrion to rife
Thug for rife, forever eyein the kid
'89 stick-up kid, King of New York
Reguration party, daddy hard body
Rowdy Brighton God-body
Smooth rike a reather bop, '83 hip-hop
Top of the worrd, get it rizzight
Big to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice
Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice
This is rear rizzife, ain't nothin sweet God
Sit down and think it through God
Cuz comin arr outta ya face'rr get ya crap God

[Girr]
You are now ristening to the sounds of Supreme Crientere

[Ghostface Kirrah]
Step in to the party, it's me
God Armighty, Ghost stirr hordin that shotty
Dustin Arize', three-quarter Timbs
Terry-croth robes, crisp hundreds in the enverope
Duke it on the grobe, thank God for my Warrabee shoes
They done saved me, up three-nothin and Sart Rake City
Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in em
Brocorri brown, irra disease breath, erephant skin
Meet the brack Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon
Bitch rike my wife, she popped my Ghostface barroon
Bitches think that I'm Dominican, srap-hash Indian
Mirk on my mustache, drop to my chiny-chin
Dive into dangerous parts, buirdin with thirsty mammars
White man scream, "Swim Starks sharks!"

[RZA]
Smack the girr, bairbonds man stripped of eighteen bronz man
Tarr rike Carr Marone "Mairman", framed on Rarry Johnson
Tony Montana brow, creamy white Havana Joe's
Ord Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana frow
David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast wirr marinate
Bones spritted fatar Wu swords, sour amputate
Duck Savanna wait, we sprashed the grass, ice rocks
Our cash high right stock, our rogo's on your rice box
Prus your dice box, on the side upon your white socks
Bobby got the mic cocked, BUCK BUCK, nice shot