[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

That was the best fucking I ever had

Well, that's because you've been dealing with the Ace

You gotta leave? Where you going, sugar?

I got business to take care of

Oh, shit

Shit, that's my old man, shit

Better go talk to him

[Refrain: Ghostface Killah & Jackpot Scotty Wotty]

No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs

No smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs, no smoke in the lungs

[Bridge: Jamie Sommers ]

I'm mind shocking, body rocking

Earth shaking, money making

Sitting high, looking fly

I'm drinking on the best wine

[Verse: Ghostface Killah]

Yo, bitch, I fucked your friend, yeah, you stink ho

I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol

She put me on to mega shit, 'bout to slap the bitch

She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich

It took place late night on February 17th

Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine

Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stacking beaucoup cash

Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo

While I was on tour, whore, you went to work

Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt

You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm

Where was you at, ho? "Pinky house, she put in my perm"

That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me

Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?

You crab bitch, chicken-head ho, eating Harold's

I'm the first nigga that had you watching flicks by De Niro

You gained crazy points, baby, just being with god

Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard

I gave you Earth lessons, I came to you as a blessing

You didn't do the knowledge, what the god was manifesting

You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all

I fucked you while you was bleeding, held you down in malls

Sexually, you worshipped my di-dick like a cross

I had you freaked out, broke out, for a month you fell off

You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength

You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranqued

But you had to fuck this lobster-head ass nigga

I should've slapped him, but the gods said, "Chill"

That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab

I'm wondering how many times your hot ass got stabbed

You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains

Your clientele is low ho, catch you next show, bro

I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt

It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth

But, fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legs

Broken tables, had you screaming while you was biting on my cables

We slid to the washing machine and threw it on spin

If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in

My dick's the bomb, baby, marvelous hot steak

Plus, I'm conceited, Starks make the biggest ho call rape

I'm God Cipher Divine, love my pussy refined

That means clean, a FDS smell with a shine

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

Word up, respect that, ho