Mighty Healthy chords and lyrics - GHOSTFACE KILLAH

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[Verse 1]
[Dm]My God, so they are killers
I've heard lots of people
say once a man's a killer
They just keep on killing and killing
They sort of develop a taste
for blood
Yeah, that's right
They kill one man, or kill ten
It's all the same (yes)
After all, they can only hang you once

[Verse 2]
Both [Dm]hands [Am]clusty,
[Dm]chillin' with my man Rusty
Low down, blew off the burner,
kinda dusty
The world can't touch [Am]Ghost,
[Dm]purple tape, Rae co- host
Monty Hall expo, intellect, you read pro
Son's triflin' fuck,
wildflower on the cycle and
Picked up the broom thought
I was Michael- in'
West Brighton Pool,
now I'm into Iron Duels
Turn nuns to Earths,
Whoopi, she at Allah school

[Verse 3]
[Dm]Inhale break beats of Hell
a- alikes propel parallel
Duracell knot, you flashed a burnt cell
Snap out of Candyland, kids,
the old rumor is
Blacks become immune and shit,
we never did
Like eating dead birds,
trust [Am]the phar[Dm]macy over herbs
Men marrying men,
ill they got the urge, pulsar
Scissor [Am]hand wig van[Dm]ished in the winter,
living off land
You goddamn right, I fuck fans, king me
Check, checkmate,
[Am]props [Dm]like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now

[Verse 4]
When we hug these [Dm]mics, we
get busy (busy)
Come and have a good time
with G- O- D (G- O- D)
Make you snap your fingers or
wiggle (wiggle)
Scream, shout,
laugh or just giggle (giggle)
Shake that body, party that body
Don't fuck with Ghost,
you'll feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm saying,
saying, saying?

[Verse 5]
Hit mics like [Dm]Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in your grass,
spiteful
Ringleader set it [Am]off, rap Derek [Dm]Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game,
wish you could see us
We lay low,
glitter wax [Am]full [Dm]bangles
Priceless ropes, lay around the God,
get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes fiery red,
feet made of brass
12 men following me, it be the God staff

[Verse 6]
[Dm]Move, every script's like Miramax
Smashed the big boy, totaled it,
Wilshire and Fairfax
Sun beamin',
wifey on the beach sipping Zima
Wu 'binos to Latinos, we
love Selena
Overnight, God schedules, FedEx
Pretty silhouette, velvet nice,
DNA scroll genetics
Too hot to handle,
one thought from scrambling the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain,
smack 'em, say when

[Verse 7]
[Dm]He rollin' up, face wrinkled up,
hands is on his nuts
Yo kid, stop fronting on the grounds
'fore you get touched
It's Canada Dry [Am]sess with [Dm]Allah, son
We want rye,
we want it so bad we might cry

[Verse 8]
For [Dm]every blow, depends on breath control
So it's the first thing
you must learn
Fortunately, it's easy
You'll soon learn
My God, so they are killers
Killing and killing
They sort of develop a taste for blood
My God, so they are killers
My [Dm]God, my God, so they are killers

[Outro 1]
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