FAKENUTMEG Original Drawing + FAKE RARE Card

This is the original drawing of the Series 4 FAKENUTMEG card. One of 5 cards that Ghostface Killah was involved in to kick off the All MP4 music series for Series 4. This card depicts the song "Nutmeg" by Ghostface mixed with Pepe culture, thru the eyes of Scrilla.

Original Ghostface lyrics:

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
Tidy Bowl, gun hold 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 in 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-kneeder 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
Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off
Yeah, yeah
I just want y'all niggas
Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body
Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise
Ayo, spiced-out Calvin Coolers, lounging with seven duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with six Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotisserie ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack Jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years working for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come
Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies?
Get in line punk! You should be studying your arts
Instead of studying me
That's how you lost your first job punk
Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up!
Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the third