One

Yo, yeah, new Ghostface!

To glorious days, true, indeed, God

Check it out, y'all

We back, yes, yes, y'all, fake roller derbies

Masked avengers, we're here to sharpen your sword

All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan, scream on it, Ghost

Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches

Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest

Pull out this kite from this white bitch

Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only **** I know

Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"

Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic

Past tense placed in gold caskets

Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque

Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist

Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit

Rumor is you might start to spit

You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted

On the dancefloor, makeover's free followed by gauze

Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked

Alaskan, sexcapade, push your new court dates

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

The branches in my weed be the vein

Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

See daddy rock a wristful

Modern slave God, graveyard spells fog, get goggles

Laying like needles in the hospital

Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle

Ziploc your ear, hear thistle

To all my real bitches, take your drawers off

To all my high ****, snatch her skirt off

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off"

Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the Black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the hog, y'all, and grow up (Grow up)

Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash

Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash

Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash

Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed

Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash

Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this

Dicking down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins

Watch the Black mayor of DC hit the mocha

Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover

Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over

Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture

Castor Troy laying for Travolta

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony

Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the Black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the hog, y'all, and grow up

Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint

We all connect as (One)

Straight up and down, y'all (Aw, shit, baby)

Staple-town, y'all

Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? (One)

How many nuts you might bust? (One)

Ha-ha, straight up and down

How many shots? How many shots? (One)

Gunnin' for the dome, and it only takes (One)

That's it, word up

How many cakes we bake, y'all? (​One)​

Yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? (One)

At a time, ****? At a time (One)