Wildflower - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: (from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge")]

That was the best f_ckin I ever had.
That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
I got business to take care of
[Ghostface]: No sh_t.
Sh_t that's my old man, sh_t!
Ya better go talk to him

No smokin alarms [8X]

I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...

Yo b_tch I f_cked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-sh_t, bout to slap the b_tch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a n_gga d_ck in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-d_cked you and broke your ovary?
You crab b_tch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first n_gga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky f_ck b_tch, your ways and actions told it all
I f_cked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-d_ck like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main sh_t, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to f_ck this rasta-head ass n_gga
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb b_tch, horny hot f_ck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my p_ssy, that sh_t hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But f_ck it, I f_cked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your p_ssy dry, spit on my d_ck and put it in
My d_ck's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my p_ssy real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe

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