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Eso, what up son? you know how the ****** we do, mother****** Demigods |
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Mother****** Army of the Pharoahs |
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It's murder death kill playboy, ainno saftey's on |
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These microphones, ainno mother****** silencers for this ************t |
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Cause when we hold 'em... |
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we let this ************t go off right in they're ****** face (let 'em know) |
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[Celph Titled] |
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I'm always gettin a suntan on my gun hand cuz I keep the burner out |
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ready to blaze scorchin lead at your fam |
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so when I give you a pound, it's really 4 |
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cuz a 45. defies gravity, liftin you off of the floor |
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pick out your coffin decor maybe some marble and gold |
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and hope they write some nice words when they carvin your stone |
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"here lies a noble man who got brave stuck out his chest bone" |
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beef with Celph Titled now this grave is what he calls home |
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get your gaul stone put in a jar in a lab |
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even the coroner got sick and had to barf in a bag |
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your boyfriend said you was a marvelous fag |
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and in drag thought you was God like the carpenters dad |
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you said I wasn't rippin ************t properly? |
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the magnitude of my gangsta is a mother****** scientific anomoly |
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with a strange collection of weapons I got a good assor**ent |
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come close and ima cut you with a mercedes hood ornament |
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[Bridge] |
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Yo, you talkin loud homeboy we never heard of you |
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put your little record out, nobody never heard of you |
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went to your city, and they said they never heard of you |
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so we usin mother****** bars of death to murder you |
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[Hook] |
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[Esoteric] |
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it's murder death kill |
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[Celph Titled] |
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or it's kill death murder |
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[Esoteric] |
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Celph push they wig back |
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[Celph Titled] |
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ES push it back further |
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[Esoteric] |
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you comin out your face? |
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[Celph Titled] |
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we handle beef to the bone marrow |
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[Esoteric] |
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no matter if it's demi gods |
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[Celph Titled] |
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or army of the pharoahs |
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[Esoteric] |
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we beheadin your heroes steady&ready for eddie guerro |
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theoretically your chance of deadin me zero |
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Give up your petty dinero, you better be at your pedigree |
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we medically and poetically my machete is ready |
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me men don't need to coast the homie shows keep the gat close |
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? shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man like you jackals |
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bars of death connected like money fresh off the press |
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an old carcass left in the fetal position no people listen |
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record spinnin but the needle is skippin |
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i never needed permission in sayin I don't believe in religion |
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i believe in peepin a lethal evil tradition |
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i believe in merkin enemies with precision feedin the fish ? G's in my vision |
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your styles infintile seek out a pediatrician |
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it be another emcee missin on the evenin edition |
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[Bridge] |
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[Hook] |
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yea, DC, with the sinister track.. |