Beware of the Stare - Ghostface Killah, Apollo Brown

He spares no one

He was forgotten, but he was someone

So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah

So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah

Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa

With the rope tied around your neck, it won’t get looser

I might shoot ya, make your ass an example

You can’t fuck with Tone Starks, and not get trampled

Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate rats

Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps

Murder the don, I’m back with a bird on my arm

Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm

I want bodies, DeLucas, spread into the waters

I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder they daughters

Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes

Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive

Ghostface Killah, let’s see who’s gonna survive

He spares no one

He’s not forgotten, cause he was someone

Yo, look away, don’t stare into the eyes of a killer

Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers

Bulletproof robes and wave caps

Revenge mode, nigga, you know Ghost gon' stay strapped

Hunt 'em down in alphabetical order

Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter

The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker

I’mma send you right back to your maker

A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil

It’s the rebirth of slick brought back as a rebel

I’m immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam

You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger

GFK, the pain prolonger

He was a lonely man, they killed him

Cause they didn’t understand

Though his spirit possesses a rhythm

As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah