Snap out of CandyLand kids, the old rumor is
Blacks become immune and shyt, we never did
Like eating dead birds, trust the pharmacy over herbs
Men marrying men, ill they got the urge, pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter, living off land
You god damn right I fukk fans, king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now
When we hug these mics we get busy
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Make you snap your fingers or wiggle
Scream, shout, laugh or just giggle
Shake that body, party that body
Don't fukk with Ghost you'll feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying