[Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, that's right, it's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither
This is real shit, this shit come on right after Heart to Heart y'all
No doubt, seven o'clock Fantasy Island
Seven sodas, death to a Brooklyn man
This is Toney's Angels
Aiyyo, it was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks
Undercover agents, far beyond Nark's
Amazed by their beauty marks
Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made by Clarks
My dick got hard on how they spoke and shit
Every language was music to the kid as if
I was modern day King Midas
Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angel's - Shaolin's Finest
Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn
Plus I played the whip real low cause my face was lookin
My Angels jetted out of Albee Square
Gun out, wrap in they hair, kinda crowded so they clap in the air
Chase a nigga down block for block, squeezin Glocks
These mommies real anxious to blow off his top
He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar
The more they ran the more they skirts got dirtier
Sendin shots like check day, Fed Ex expressway
BOOM BOW BING! You heard the gunplay
"Who shot the duck out the window?" Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fuckin weed head!"
We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
Then I pulled up "Come on girls to Club Med"
[MF Doom]
Stay tuned, the Villain Three's Company
Don't sleep, part one
Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, DOOM
He woked up, stoked like they was still in the room
Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep
Loosened his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet
Staggerin except for the socks and mask, naked
Grabbed up the boxes, fussin, pissed and checkin
For the keys - stacked, a robbery expected
Yet, nothin obvious is missin
Recollected now why Hollywood hotties stepped into Giuseppe's
And naughty personal nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shotty
Chased the trees with Thai iced teas
She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy
Told the hoes "I don't feel so well, my belly
Roll down Melrose, drive me to the telly
Y'all go head and get the L's and get back, I be 'K"
Feelin woozy, no Uzi, who's he see in the lobby? Ray
Peace, pizza man - change a hundred, stopped and looked
Nah, whoops, left the knot in her pocket book
Elevator's slow, "Is I'm that careless?"
Entered the room and fell flat on the terrace
Woke up "Dag!" Who bound and gagged him?
Got him for two outa three packed bags Magnum
Each gram of Villain's sperm, street worth a G
The part of Mr. Furley was played by Charlie Murphy
[Ghostface Killah]
Fuck Charlie, that's right y'all, we gon get right back out their on the sand
Kelly, you gon give me some pussy, {*MF Doom: To be continued*} you know what
you gonna do
You too Dorine, your little fat ass can't get away neither and shit
Uh huh, that's right yeah I'ma call them dead on niggas
That's why I team on the learnin shit
Uh huh, yeah that's right, Skye you can't hide baby
You got the best head nigga, word up
This real Angel shit, y'all my bitches
Toney Bosley in this bitch, nigga
Word up, gimme back my boots, motherfuckers
