TO ALL THE LADIES IN THE HOUSE WHO READ CHRIS KRAUS

[I cannot particularly stand by these lyrics from a feminist standpoint but I think it’s worthy to note that Ghost’s heart is in the right place, and also that all these rhymes are (from a formal standpoint) “tight.”]

Her name was Kim, this light skinned girl from Shaolin Stood by my side when my world was caved in She cooked for me, fix me up, plus made me happy Every time she told me she loved me, I said “no baggage” Since I was fucked up in the game, migranes No money in my pockets, all I had was the chain Fourty-five feelings, they got some beef I threw the heat to my dome She said “If you shoot, you ain’t the real Pretty Tone” Baby, come home, you not alone, be strong whether right or wrong Our bond is even more stronger when the light is gone Say, “Yo, Starks relax, you know I got the hot water runnin Baby, oil you down, pot’s in the oven” And my lovin’? It’s gone when they style old fashion And, a, don’t worry bout that jam, you gonna smash ‘em Whose asking, your time has come Stay focused, keep it cool, you know I love you Love you too, babe, thank you

The more I drowned, the more down he went As if to say, them other chicks wasn’t meant When she came through, by every square inch possible Help the kid get on out, every obstacle Long talks at night, arguments and still try’nna solve Whether who is right, we mad tight And the way she, never call the cops on a nigga Got me, open, even more on her with her bangin’ body My favorite sweetheart, cum, but don’t ever stop Your love, give me every drop, you kiss get’s me very hot Never felt feelings before, and felt so sure Every time you put it on me, I fiend for more Think that’s the reason why, can’t leave, can’t lie Look you dead in the eye Word to fuck up, like Ralph, baby, your the greatest I’mma sell my guns, and with the cash I’mma bring you to Vegas

Uh… you got it

I was down in the sea of love Going down to a clear cloud You came and saved me dear It’s too bad you didn’t do it, I ain’t never been used to it The way we stopped them, dear (stopped them dear)

To all the ladies who love they man Though they fuck up, and you still let them back in Make some noise if you cook and you clean for ‘em Out of love, doing juks for them To all my niggaz who love a girl with good brains on ‘em Baggin’ to get your name tattoed on ‘em Kiss ‘em in the morning, hold ‘em, definetly show ‘em We got our crab down, packed when it’s time to mold ‘em