I already done heard enough of that faggot shit

Celph Titled comes through with matches lit

Causing gases ashes to form where your casket sit

I'm passionate smacking bitches on blind dates

An angry rap critic on top of that irate

At my estate we got room with medieval tombs

dead people and priceless spoons that scrap brain on plates for Montezum

And I assume I'm about ten yards from you camp grounds

with kerosene filled to the brim of my canteens spilling on ant mounds

I play Cee-Lo with-out the dice and roll niggas head instead

'Cause I'm charitable and generous to give out the led

You shook bitches know I carry M72 L.A.W.s

with 66 millimeter rockets cruising above you

What? Your mother said she never love you? Well she told me

'cause I'm that nigga to hold heat and make slugs outta your gold teeth

A sick muthah fuckah puttin' six muthah fuckin' slugs

in six muthah fuckin' arteries ain't mutha fuckah hard as me



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Every now and then a suckah MC gets courageous

Every-Every now and then a suckah MC get's courageous

Every now and then a suckah MC get's courageous

Never-Never the Least they all R.I.P.