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czarface & ghostface killah - mongolian beef lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yo, ayy, yo

[verse 1: ghostface k!llah]
36 chambers, peace to osirus
you can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
you can see the weakness through your c-ke right through the pyrex
you should speak to me instead of speakin’ interdirect
’cause me no understand that stupid doo-doo, do your dolly
put the toodle to your noodle, ‘fore i shoot you, you say, “how, sway?”
bust a b-sset over my sir, put his casket in the casa
explain the p-ssion of the dud and k!ll his daughter in the process
comin’ out the world like i was wrestlin’ a loch ness
ice drippin’, sammy bull leather in the motley
if it’s beef, i’m mongolian, you jelly like petroleum
body in the kitchen gettin’ rolled in linoleum
clean clear the whole block, call me a custodian
might want an echo chamber every time i’m on the podium
aw, sucky sucky now
empire thinkin’ ’bout f-ckin’ cookie now
aw, sucky sucky now
empire thinkin’ ’bout f-ckin’ cookie now

[interlude]
you know the czar
fallen rocks, you know what i mean?
hazmat

[verse 2: inspectah deck]
hip hop hero, the rest to be low
robert downey style, treat ’em less than zero
streets know, void more raw than perico
soul brother rock a knick hat with a peacoat
livin’ the g code, green like rico, harlem
official bomb squad, folk on the weed smoke
murder he wrote, behold, he quote
truth, swallow it whole, that’s a deepthroat
shine brighter than the diamonds on your wristwatch
spit the seventeenth shot before the clip drop
i’m in the gridlock, red dot a big shot
this shit is hot, buyin’ bullets at the fish spot
where the grits pop for the bread
givin’ split tops, and you can’t do shit, i’m like your strict pops
and the flow stays wetter than your chick box
hater kick rocks, this rocks

[verse 3: esoteric]
yo, your bones are brittle, i’ll have you livin’ in the hospital
you garbage, your best guess and i will laugh at your vigil
i’m bringin’ a skud vision, i’m thinkin’ it doesn’t tickle
you speakin’ of, blood’ll trickle, get hit with a russian sickle
flash the bat signal
if you are ever found of guilty of bein’ a shill you can look forward to your acquittal
and for real, you the fake of the year
what you quote unquote curate, that don’t cure aches of the ear
yo, the flow more tight than a kid’s mind on fortnite
i strike like a gatti and ward fight
the type short-sighted like a four-eyed dwarf, right
they wanna rap, i show ’em the steps like a porch light
they don’t want it
engage all defenses, get this man a shield
you gon’ need it when i spit crazy bars like i sampled seal
lone wolf, put it down since ’96
only child ‘less you count the brothers i rhyme with

- czarface ghostface killah lyrics

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