Dragon Fire

Youre not dead!
Im a killer, thats why, killers dont die so easy!
Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together
And tried to kill me! Hahahaha!
Ah! Ghost Face Killer!
Yo, we got killer Glocks, loaded up with killer shots
To killer cops, playin the block with killer rocks
High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts
Big cee-lo games that only got killer knots
Nothin but killers in here thatll straight kill your career
The bullsh*t is killin my ears
Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere
This is Ghostface Killah , no killer would dare
Killer fashion, watch how I kill em with rolls
With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles
My killer actions leave fake killers exposed
Theres no relaxin when you see my killers on patrol
We got killers on parole thats real ill since Bill Bill
Thatll f*ck around and kill Bill
Born in the killer Stapletown thriller
Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer
Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!
Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital
Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable
Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder
Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift
Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift
Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct
Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch
Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric
These are the rules, got a fam of killers that dont snitch
Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry
Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die
Slow, I move in silence, you wont hear a peep
Killers thatll kill you for real in one heartbeat
Slid to get yall weak, we kill concrete
Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat
Hah, I squeeze my heat
Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!
R.A.! The -The-The Rugged Man!
Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!
Dummy, wanna fight me? Try me
Every record label sucks d*ck
Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got Bob dancin
Im in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion
Im Coleman, Orson, Thorburn, John Foreman
A livin baptism in the river of Jordan
Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell
Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, Im not well
Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those
When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes
Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose
Mama couldnt afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed
Fill a stadium, baby Damien
Ill sell a weapon to an Iranian, then Ill sell a Russian uranium
Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let em live
Ill put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative
I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative of Juice Crew
Terror to the era terrorists
No they wont protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector
Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector
I toss em and flip em, ragdoll status
The murder, the madness from Mad Dog Mattis
Sing
You are wit R.A. de Don Gorgon
Longside Xx3eme de yardman
Rifle spit fire like dragon
Quickly send dem to de Lord and
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)
Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)
We send dem a mile, they gon reminisce
Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu -Tang!
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness
G Raps known cause Im bad to the bone
I kill em executioner style!
Im Kool G Rap
Im Kool G Rap, poison
G ran with the thieves and the bandits
Toast click, dont make me leave you in transit
Dont even think about seizin no chances
This sh*t make birds flee from they branches
If it aint cheese where your hands is
We gon leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers
Dont sneeze, and you panic or breathe
When we stand at reach and you gon bleed on your dandruff
Close steel, better hold still
They gon find you with left with no grill like youre roadkill
Flashin lights in the night, not from camera shots
Those the type from the ice in the random shops
Where the mothers come and candle blocks
Bodies rot in abandoned lots
Helicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots
Vandalism, grams and rocks
Stay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammers cocked
Man in prison, man forgot
Tattoo teardrop and the can pop
Dont stop, wont stop, hip hop cant stop
You are wit R.A. de Don Gorgon
Longside Xx3eme de yardman
Rifle spit fire like dragon
Quickly send dem to de Lord and
Who dem ah dis? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)
Who dem ah dis ? Who dem ah dis? (Yah!)
Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)
We send dem a mile, they gon reminisce
Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang ! Wu-Tang!
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness
Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness