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Celph Titled
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Eraserheads
作詞：Anthony Best, Vincent Luviner, Todd Neubert
The sound of my voice will make stab wounds
Father of the universe leaving planets with half moons
I have assumed that those who choose
To make rap music have no talent at music
So me and Vinnie came to grab your head and put a gat to it
I bring the .45 Glock and the 38
AR-15 send their body to the Pearly Gates
Me and Celph ain't making happy music, this is truly hate
Toby Hooper in this motherfucker, cousin saw his face
And when we're holding the Tec, we'll put a hole in your neck
Equipping you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect
I ain't a flossy, dude, sipping Mo'
But if I was I'd pop that cork off in your bitch's asshole
That's how that hoe get treated, she get the smut treatment
Toss her out the whip, leave her on the rough cement
Celph and Vinnie will deliver an abrupt beating
And the Walther 9M will leave your guts leaking
Your video had the best special effects I seen
Had you in the projects using computer blue screens
You phony motherfuckers never held a ratchet ever
You was in the fagot bar with Kanye strapped in leather
I never thought I'd get a bitch pregnant ever
Until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby Beretta
The more gravy, the better, don't holler, just yell
It's like the night before Christmas, I can't wait to see hell
I can't wait to see hell either
I'ma run up on the first motherfucker that I see with a rusty cleaver
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I ain't a sucker neither, and no one fuck with Vinnie
Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, I'ma fucking get it
I'll smash a mirror, I'll walk under a ladder
I'll let a black cat cross my path, it don't matter
'Cause I ain't superstitious, and I don't fear nothing
You're talking all that tough shit, but you's a queer fronting
And y'all are snitch but let me tell you something, you ain't hear nothing
I like to refer to my trigger as the fear button
I don't fear nothing either, I just cock the pistol
I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue
Yo we blazing son, like gang bangers with laser guns
My rap verses are curses and scriptures spit with a razor tongue
Nitwit I play ancient drums
To conjure up demon spirits that appear in smoke out of a pagan's lungs
I'm everything, hardcore, complex, original
Yeah that one test, the disciple of death
C-Titled is Christ-like, salmon at Red Lobster
And C-Titled's the best at blaming hammers at impostors
Get your ass whooped with automatic hazard causers
You can't make tables turn, you got bad revolvers
Faulty guns that go click when you pull the trigger
Mine's go blick, blick, it's sick when I pull the trigger
It don't matter how we get down, runs a rhymes
I'm letting [Incomprehensible]tons of dimes
I got a wave of wild shit causin' tons of crimes
Tons of forty-fives, AKs, tons of knives
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