Ghostface Killah Wildflower Lyrics

Intro: [from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge"]

That was the best f___in I ever had.
That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
I got business to take care of
[Ghostface]: No s___.
s___ that's my old man, s___!
Ya better go talk to him

[Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X)

I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...

[Ghostface]
Yo b____ I f___ed your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-s___, bout to slap the b____
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 stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, w____, you went to work
Quick fast, had a n____ d___ in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-d___ed you and broke your ovary?
You crab b____, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first n____ that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein 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 blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky f___ b____, your ways and actions told it all
I f___ed you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
s__ually you worshipped my di-d___ like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main s___, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to f___ this rasta-head a__ n____
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wonderin how many times your hot a__ got stabbed
You dumb b____, h____ hot f___ from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my p____, that s___ hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But f___ it, I f___ed you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your p____ dry, spit on my d___ and put it in
My d___'s the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm God, cipher divine love my p____ real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe