Artist: Ghostface Killah
Album:  Supreme Clientele
Song:   Mighty Healthy
Typed by: Tha Masta

[kung fu sample]
"My God, so they are killers. I've heard lots of people say once a man's a 
killer, they just keep on killing and killing; they sort of develop a taste
for blood."
	"Yeah, that's right. They kill one man, or kill ten,
	it's all the same (yes). After all they can only avenge one death."

[Ghostface Killah]
Both hands clusty, chillin wit my man rusty
Low down, blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape, Rae co-host
Montreal Expo, intellect you wreck pro
Sons triffel and fuck Wildflower on the cycle and
Pick up the broom thought I was Michaelin'
West writin' poo, now I'm into Iron Duels
Turner's the Earth's Whoopi, she out of law school
Inhale breakbeats of hell, a-alike repell, parallel
Doris sell nut, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of Candyland kids, the old rumor is
Blacks become immune, and shit we never did like
Eatin dead birds, shut the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin' men, ill like Doctor herbs
Poser, Scissorhand, wig vanished in the winter
Livin off land, you god damn right, I fuck fans
King me, Check-checkmate, prized like the micro-chip founder
Neck to neck stock with Bill Gates now

Chorus:
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 fuck with Ghost, you'll feel sorry
That's word, I'm not the herb
Understand what I'm sayin? {*echo*}

[Ghostface Killah]
Hit mics like Ted Coppo, rifle expert, let off the Eiffel
Burn 'em, flag in your grass is spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, print it again, wish you could see us
We lay low, glitter, wax, four bangles
Priceless roast, lay around the God, get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of brass
Twelve men followin me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy, totalled it, WiltShire, fear effects
Son beamin wifee on the beach, sippin Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we love Selina
Over night, God schedules, FedEx
Pretty sillhouette, velvet, nice DNA, scroll genetics
Too hot to handle, one thought from scramblin demanded land
Hunt again, Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin on the ground 'fore you get touched
This Canada Dry and cess with Allah, son, we won't ride
We want it so bad we might cry

[kung fu sample]
"What we do, depends on breath control, so it's the first thing
you must learn. Fortunately, it's easy. You'll soon learn."
	"My God so they are killers; killing and killing, they sort of
	develop a taste for blood. My God, so they are killers.
	My God, so they are killers."