Ghostface

The DeLucas pressed Tony's remains into 12 vinyl records

One for each member of the family

But little did they know, he would return...

Medusa stare, my guns bust in silence

I'm a black vigilante killer, pro violence

It's the rebirth, born again, rise through the vinyl spin

They took out Starks but the light shines within

It's the almighty rise of the murderous Ghostface

Bodies dropped in alleys, left a cold case

Colombian neckties from a black Gambino

Bodies get dumped in the black El Camino

It's Reno, gangster wars, money, power, respect

Revenge is felt like the heat from a Tec

Tommy guns are irrelevant, I'm bulletproof now

I could fly through the air and duck your chick-a-pow

Black superhero, crime boss arch nemesis

Good vs. Evil since the first book of Genesis

Battle to the end that's the way of the thriller

And Starks is reborn as the Ghostface Killah...

Yeah, yeah, no one could get iller

Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs

Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks

Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas

Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill

When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill

Late night, stuck in the limo

Hogtie the capo all up, beheaded the driver

Left the bitch in the back with no tongue as the survivor

Raw dog, spit in her mouth

Disappear in a swarm of killer bees

Cripple 'em from they knees, take they legs out

(Nigga you know the steez!)

I'm a nighthawk, eagle eye, power of mind control

Faster than the speed of light, you catch a big hole

Ruthless, six bodies hung in the meat room

The butcher shop, I call it the body shop

Start from the bottom, killing all the way to the top

Carve my name in your skin, pull a stocking mask over your face

For recognition, no time for remission

Attack till there's no one left in the position

The return of the worst case scenario

Uh, Ghostface attacks on land and now aerial

Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs

Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks

Crime boss, I call war on the DeLucas

Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill

When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill

Watch the body count rise when the face gets real