MF Doom, Ghostface Killah - ANGELZ

Yea, that's right It's not a Hardy Boy mystery neither This is real shit This shit come on right after Hart to Hart y'all No doubt, 7 o'clock Fantasy Island This episode is "Death to a Brooklyn Man" This is Tony's Angels It was three white bitches who worked for Tony Starks Undercover agents, far beyond narc's Amazed by they beauty marks Wonder Woman bracelets, knee-high boots that was made Clarks My dick got hard, at how they spoke and shit Every language was music to the kid as if I was modern day King Midas Doreen, Skye and Kelly, Starky's Angel's Shaolin's finest Though it happened in the streets of Brooklyn Plus I played the whip real low cause my face was roofin' My angels jetted out of Albee Square Gun out, wrap in their hair, kinda crowded so they clap in the air Chased a nigga down block for blocks Squeezing glocks, these mommies real anxious to blow off his top He's a rapist, murderer, convict, burglar The more they ran the more they skirts got dirtier Sending shots like check day, Fed Ex expressway Boom bow bing! You heard the gunplay "Who shot that duck out the window" Mr. Lee said "Three pay now, you fucking weed head" We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead Then I pulled up "Come on girls to Club Med" Stay tuned for the conclusion, three's Company Family jewels Two brown sisters assisted the Villain, Doom He woked up, stoked like they was still in the room Freed his right arm and leg, it was more like a sweep Release his other leg, arm, head and rose to his feet Staggering except for the socks and mask, naked Threw on the boxers, searching for the trio And checking for the keys the dough, a robbery expected yet Nothing obvious is missing Recollected now why Hollywood hotties stepped into Giuseppe's And naughty personnel nurses, Chanel purses, CLK shottie Chased the trees with Thai iced teas She drive while nice to veggie fried rice spicy Told them both, "I don't feel so well, my belly Spin me down Melrose, drive me to the telly Ya'll go 'head and get the dutches, be back copy Feeling woozy, no Uzi, who's he see in the lobby? Peace, pizza man change a hundred, stopped and looked "Nah" Whoops! Left the knot in her pocket book Wasn't the juks but too careless fearless Got to the room and fell flat out on the terrace The question remains who bound and gagged them? That's when they found the empty pack of black Magnum Villains skiid a gram on the street, 50G The part of Mr. Ropo was played by Mr T