Wildflower Lyrics - Ironman - Ghostface Killah

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

That was the best fuckin 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 shit. 

Shit that's my old man, shit! 

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... 

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[Ghostface] 

Yo bitch I fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe 

I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol 

She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch 

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, whore, you went to work 

Quick fast, had a nigga dick 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-dicked you and broke your ovary? 

You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros 

I'm the first nigga 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 fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all 

I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls 

Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross 

I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off 

You was my main shit, 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 fuck this rasta-head ass nigga 

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 ass got stabbed 

You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains 

Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro 

I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt 

It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth 

But fuck it, I fucked 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 pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in 

My dick'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 pussy real fine 

That means clean the FDS smell with a shine 

Word up, respect that hoe 

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