Queen:
Internal monologueGhostface, catch the blast of a hype verse
My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw sh!t, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the f@ck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
Bring da motherf@#$in ruckus
Bring da motherf@#$in ruckus
Bring da mother, Bring da motherf@#$in ruckus
Bring da motherf@#$in ruckus