Mistletoe & Wallabees

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave Chappelle] Thank you all for coming another year And to you and yours Happy Holidays you triflin' **** Wu Tang Cookin' Soul [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Check it out, yo Yo, God, show these niggas how we get deep, down and dirty Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back, for five birdies Yo, they got a hit placed on my head, what should the God do? Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews? Never that, don't ever look at me out of sync The imperial, industrial king got weight Don't give a fuck, like the poor part we watch Hart To Hart They used to push me in shopping carts, now I'm writin' darts Like Ebenezer, the porno teaser Saying words like sheeba, Mexico rapper valet the visa My team got rides like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab Cameras in nine bedrooms, we own DATs Don't touch this cracklin' hot shit I snap ya shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit Reader's Digest passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard It got back that the World Government tried to dub it But devils love it, booby-trap raps cover the track like ADAT Sharper than cuts laced on Marley Scratched supreme clientele, my cartel Willie Stargel passed, yo, this shit is piece, where's the Nobel? Oh well, signin' off as usual The arsonist leavin' niggas lost in the stairwell Yo [Outro: Nat "King" Cole] With their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight