The King Heard Voices

[Intro]
Yeah, this one sound crispy
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ayy yo, my glass rhymes bulletproof
my bullets got glass tips
My guns are so big that they dislocate hips
Slipped disc leave em mangled like gorillas in the mist
And your rib cage get caved
like you was punched with an iron fist
Twisted, mind states evil genius
And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang
I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye
Got your chick wetter than the hands of the pool guy
Who am I? Im Mister GFK
First to set it off, last to run away
I dont play, Im a menace
fear like the dentist
Real street *****, you hear it in every sentence
Whether Ghost or Dennis, Im a legend in the hood
The Wallabee Champs still up to no good
Lay wood, sip an ice cold bottle of Guinness
And have your b*tch suck me off
til the beer is finished
[Chorus: Kendra Morris]
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
(This sound like
Im in a haunted f*ckin church or somethin right now)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Greatness is nothin
Im like the next Nike ad
Define me bad, I bring all hell like wifey mad
My soul sonic force, I make the planet rock
Loud pack rap, hear it from a half a block
End up the scatter shop, murder is the case still
You get your face booked for a couple face bills
The love is fake but thehates real
And where were they before the deal?
Im sayin, f*ck how they feel
Lean on em, its just routine on em
Call em supreme
my team ballin, the cream callin
Aint no mistakin em
maybe prayin, Im stakin em
Racin to stay on pace with em
paper chasin, Im raking in
Blake Griffin how I slam,
straight spittin that piff
The bass kick, straight lift em out the stands
Made man hunger more, its like a stomach raw
My lines shine on the mic like chrome twenty-fours
[Chorus: Kendra Morris]
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
(This some horror ****, wild ****, yeah)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
Dont get dunked over beef like some marinade
Lifes a masquerade, I put on a mask and raid
I smack a rapper like Im slappin on some aftershave
Theres a wide line between bein brave and actin brave
Used to be up on the train bangin Jack of Spades
Now these groupies want the D like a passing grade
Dont get it twisted like my daughter Allies braids
Keep on talkin, that ****ll get your casket laid
You aint a dealer, you fakin
You flippin bricks, you a mason
But peep it,you dont keep it a secret when hands shakin
Your army march slow
cause the CZARflows bizarro
Like Supermans arch foe, its actually Lex
Well Im actually grabbin
and slappin the back of your neck
For comin out your face
I make em apes while you run in place
Another victim bar like I got em lots of prison
But the stuff
Im kickin aint corrupted like the justice system
Black riddle feelin trapped in America
Cause the cops shot a man, Captain America
With that iron, man,
they put you in the dirt or frying pan
With no body cam, another body, damn
[Outro]
Another senseless act of violence
triggered by the easily triggered long arm of the law
In other news,
Kim Kardashians thieves have disappeared in Tigers woods.
Now, lets get back to the real ****