track 2 off Ghostface Killah\'s album \"Ironman\". the song is of course produced by RZA.Lyrics:\n\nIntro: [from the motion picture \"j.d.\'s revenge\"]\n\nThat was the best fuckin I ever had.\nThat\'s because you been dealin with dasheese\nYou gotta leave? where you goin sugar?\nI got business to take care of\n[ghostface]: no shit.\nShit that\'s my old man, shit!\nYa better go talk to him\n\n[ghostface] no smokin alarms (8x)\n\nI\'m mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin\nSittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...\n\n[ghostface]\nYo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe\nI seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my kangol\nShe put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch\nShe shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I\'m rich\nIt took place late night on february 17th\nHands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine\nJust got back from honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash\nGirlfriend sipped the yoo-hoo and laughed, yo\nWhile I was on tour, whore, you went to work\nQuick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt\nYou couldn\'t wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm\nWhere\'s you at, hoe? \'pinky house, she put in my perm\'\nThat\'s all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me\nRemember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovary?\nYou crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin\' heros\nI\'m the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by deniroYou gained crazy points, baby, just bein with godTaught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don\'t eat lardI gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessinYou didn\'t do the knowledge what the God was manifestinYou sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it allI fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in mallsSexually you worshipped my di-dick like a crossI had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell offYou was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strengthYou saw how I got down, the way I thought had you trankedBut you had to fuck this rasta-head ass niggaI shoulda slapped ya but the gods said chilllllllllThat\'s your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab\"I\'m wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbedYou dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountainsYour clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, broI got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurtIt feel like somebody died or shot your old earthBut fuck it, I fucked you on a chair with three legsBroken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cablesWhistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spinIf your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it inMy dick\'s the bomb baby, marvelous hot steakPlus I\'m conceited starks make the biggest so-called rapeI\'m god, cipher divine love my pussy real fineThat means clean the fds smell with a shineWord up, respect that hoe Clan, Ghostface, hip-hop, Ironman, Killah, rap, RZA, Wildflower, Wu-Tang