(feat. Celph Titled, Majik Most) 



[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 



[Chorus] 



[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 



[Chorus]