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[Celph Titled:] Now I ain't gon' make this easy if you got health complications Stick chords with my pitchfork, it's Hell's obligation I'm like Ming the Merciless; when the bullets sting they'll be hurtin less than the flames cause they'll be burnin flesh Scorchin the hair off your scalps and faces Now your crew looks like Onyx as leukemia patients~! Too much lighter fluid'll do it, explode your whole chest Leave you "Black on Both Sides" like we barbecuin Mos Def! And I don't hate people by race color or creed To put it simple, I'm just hatin every motherfuckin thing that breathes And I'm so raw, I make everything in the freezer look well done Celph Titled is hell son, psychopath with a welding fun (hehehe) And we ain't holdin back, we holdin macs M-1, 12 gauge and a couple G-36 HK's And they blaze, every round off; bullets fly Hit your best man and shoot your bitch's wedding gown off~!
[Chorus: Celph Titled (Majik Most)] WHO - the fuck wanna war with our crew WHAT - the fuck y'all cats gonna do WHEN - we start to fire the lead WHERE - your thoughts rest inside of your head Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun You just, fucked up, look what, you've done (Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun) (You just, fucked up, look what, you've done)
[Majik Most:] You're not a dunn, you're a white kid named Dan Tossed you and your fam through an industrial fan It's Majik Most, everybody knows who I am German fans, SoundScan puttin money in my hand I'm the type to host a luncheon in a dungeon, maaan And torture your grandma while I'm munchin, maaan I'll rip you out the picture like a dolphin Dolph Lundgren I'll battle you, your crew, your gay-ass cousin My name buzzin on the streets? Nah that's my chainsaw Wrap your head in C4, launch it off the seesaw You never seen raw before I deattach your skull Now you look like Skeletor with a positive AIDS test Stressed out, you get punched in your mouth Punt heads up North, and they land down South Wit'cha body in the desert you won't be so fresh when vultures pick at your neck and have a picnic in your chest
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[Celph Titled:] Yeah yo Now, let's get it straight nigga the name's Celph Titled Don't just hold weight, this man right here hold chrome plates and gun parts, assorted explosives that take you out of your body, talkin to Jesus like Joseph And I'll, split up your skull into fragments from the gat pressure Cause you don't even look evil, you just a bad dresser (ha ha) When me and Majik Most shoot up and grip tecs We shoot until your polyester shirt turn to fishnet!
[Majik Most:] Yo, wanna know the difference? Yo just check this I'm a star in a stretch limo, you know my steez You at the bus terminal, with a terminal disease I crush your egg chest, leave your face faceless Neck brace and abrasions, your face in the pavement You'll be pavin the way, for Teethless Entertainment You think you're the Rainman? I'm reignin, like Raiden Raisin my hands, shootin lightning bolts at your fam
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