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Celph Titled
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Eraserheads
作词: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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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