"You in the good ole' days. We'd have a smart punk like you fitted for a of cement pajamas For a long sleep at the of the river."
[Speaking: Titled] Yeah, Celph Titled aka Ice. Shinin' the chrome for all your horseless headman
[Verse 1: Celph You hear the sound of ricochet you duck to Hell Appetite for After the releases I suck the shells Chrome Depot culinary art magnifique I need a female Kelly Price physique I'm in the noddin' This ain't for the I stay it to pussies whether I use my knife or I use my penis It's a full and my K-9's came with grey nines Now you speechless, with your hands up like a gay I heard Satan talkin' shit and had to pistol the bitch Put a crack in his John Malkovitch In my casket with a face I'm serious Ricky Ricardo on some conspiracy theory I'm goin' in three seconds flat the nuke? You'll need a chin for that fitted cap No special effects, are real torpedoes Catch my snuff film live on MTV The Video
Y'all wanna see a for free? [Ol' Dirty 'Brooklyn Zoo':] "You can suck my dick" You broke and want a from me? "You can my dick" All you that get offended "You can my dick" Conscious rapper to talk shit "You can my dick" think they doin' favors "You can my dick" All you and player haters "You can my dick" If you don't my money on hand [Show & AG:] "Now which part of 'Suck my dick' you understand"
[Verse 2: Celph I really love it when these bitches cursin' at me It's they swearin' to God, don't take it personally Come at me sideways and get twisted Hollow points move forwards in all the outcomes disastrous You better call the psych hot line and find out if my glock Will leave you bleedin' in a that says "Stop Crime" Chain down to my feet rockin' an Iceberg Out Con Edison's? in Central Park Caped Crusada with a potato in the nozzle so the gun blast sounds like space invader phases Homo rap cats, some undercover brothers You photo shoot look like a Campbell album cover in Tampa Bay, 100 degrees with a ski mask A dirty desperado of nigga (believe dat) My man made a track for me to spit to And show motherfuckers what a crazy spic will do
Y'all don't battle rhymes "You can my dick" You wanna see me shine "You can my dick" I won't use my Beretta "You can my dick" You're jealous and think better "You can my dick" me to hear you demo tape "You can my dick" Don't wanna say it to my "You can my dick" You think I another man "Now which part of 'suck my dick' don't you "
"Who are " "The man with a gun. Pow. How bout " "Suck my dick" "Suck my... " [Snoop Dogg 'Dre Day':] "With my on your tonsil"
[Verse 3: Titled] me What's all this rap about? Fuckin' with me, the only thing comin' off your dome is ya You probably I fantasize of blastin' a tech I'd rather punch your teeth till they out the back of your neck out Knockin' out jake, his jaw Now that's what the I call, layin' down the law renown king of punchlines Grimy rap, shit Spit harder than a nervous gun with clips This twelve inch will when I'm dead And you'll be wonderin', "You think he went to Hell for all shit he said? " I'm formin' a group with criminals Chi Ali, Steady-B, Cool C, with real rap sheets And nasty tracks with Put more in the streets When 808 bass kicks, shit My hits... Way beyond the San Remain With and 2Pac at my record release party
You're an hoe but still "You can my dick" You don't think track is I'll "You can my dick" You don't my choice of words "You can my dick" Think you could a better verse? "You can my dick" You you got the nicest crew? "You can my dick" And act in interviews "You can my dick" You a Celph Titled fan "Now which part of 'Suck my dick' don't you " "Suck my dick" "Suck my dick" "Suck my... " "You can my... "