Pair of Hammers - Ghostface Killah ft. Method Man

Ayo
I said "ayo"!
Ayo, Ticallion, he at the rap N-double-ACP awards
Give us our fuckin' trophy
We takin' everything (Wu-Tang)

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day
I get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you

Ayo, ayo, who the fuck is this?
Hittin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Pullin' on my hive
I let the Killa Beez Swarm in
The way I play the corner similar to Josh Norman
I could murk your doorman
I could make a movie, two killers and the chauffeur
Ear to ear, buck 50s have you smilin' like The Joker
From the lynchins and submissions, the llamas and the henchmen
Put these niggas on spin 'cause the machine, it had to rinse 'em

Wu-Tang is for the children, Thanksgiving is for the pilgrims (Uh)
My thumb's for countin' ones, but this middle is for your feelings
What the Blood Clot? I'm illin', pop stars not civilians
Sick of y'all, not to mention this shot's amoxicillin
Me and Ghostface kill em, all over faces written
Tell a bold-faced liar about face, and drill 'em, like
They Dean Cane, get 'em, I hit 'em with gutter flows
Then keep 'em on they toes just for kicks, like "what are those?"

Yeah, uh, and I'ma tell you this:
Me and Johnny Blaze'll skin you niggas like fish
It comes to murder, I insist
Operatin' tables quietly, they tried to stitch
This 'bout a bitch? (This 'bout a bitch?)
They cut the Mollies out her tits
Two-tone tassles, red Wally's with the grips
Sixteen minutes, told 'em press, we like the Saudis of this shit
And I was dead wrong, I fucked the body off this chick
Left her bones on the bed, her head was wobbly as a bitch

I tell her "La-Di-Da-Di" like I'm Rick
We jammin' in the party, Bob Marley with the spliff
Black Bugatti with the shift
Look at Johnny (Aah), I'm blazin', got an army, not a clique
Wu-Wear laundry, sometime it say Armani 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
Flow tsunami, I'm schemin' like a Saudi with a brick
Rappers envy, but claim it was a Ponzi when they slip
I get the thumbs up like Fonzy 'cause I'm lit ('Cause I'm lit)
New York Islanders, we finna hit somebody with the stick

Throw niggas in comas and make vegetables, Training Day
I get you dusted like no respect for you
Plus, I got more Glocks and TECs than you
I make it hot, even your momma won't stand next to you

Ayo, you feel me? It's more and more niggas tryna kill me
Jewellery too heavy, diamonds too milky
The way I shoot the gift it's like my saliva is too silky
My mouth caught a body on camera, my tongue guilty

My mouth talk dirty with grammar, my tongue filthy
My arms come with armor, by baby momma's a milfy
And drama is the karma I get for somethin' that killed me (Yeah)
And still might, steal on a rapper because I'm still me