Nutmeg - Ghostface Killah

Scientific, my hand kissed it

Robotic, let's think optimistic

You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it

Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie

Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie

Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo

Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll

Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole

Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel

But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy

Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie

I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted

Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded

You fake cats done heard it first

On how I shitted on your turf that time, Cuban Link verse yo

Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping

Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching

As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs

Give one to Rae', let's season they broth

Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheeba for hiva

Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder

Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry

My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi

Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that

See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat

Straight off