Ghostface Killah

[Dialogue in the style of a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (It's got your boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym ('bout to take New York with this shit)
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
[Ghostface Killah]
Godzilla bankroll
Stones from Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home
Trailblazer stay ballin
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how did y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin' this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I sent 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got his money up
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire you burning up like David Koresh
This is architect music
I'm a verbal street opera, pop a Tek man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when I was still in the jungle slingin' that D
[Spoken over the beat]
Get out my face! I don't need nothin' you got no mo'.
Don't need no has-been messin' up my corner
And you better get that bad look off your face for I knock it off
Hey fool, you ready for another beating?
You shoulda never came back
Look here man, after I crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
[Ghostface Killah]
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors
Bet cha'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds
My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on