CELPH TITLED & BUCKWILD

CELPH TITLED & BUCKWILD - Step Correctly lyrics

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<i>[Verse 1:]</i>

I'm from the gun shine state so my gun must shine,

I'm trying to impregnate Beyonce's sister, just one more time

So, take a toke of this, you won't be breathing well

I'm all about biscuits and trees, like a Keibler Elf

I snuff bikers give a fuck, I ride a unicycle

With plush tires right through the offices of rough riders

Here's a thug reminder, a goon quick tip:

You belong in the ladies' room, cause you be on some bitch shit

I'll never stop writing rhymes like this, (Cause)

Show you what a point blank shot to your ribs (Does)

You seen the holes those shells made?

You a hotel maid, cause all you do is foam, that's so gay

I tried to kick a field goal,

I missed the ball, my shoe flew off and hit you in the fucken head with a steel toe,

For real though, I got this underground bullshit wrapped around my finger,

Not a rapper or singer that's quite as I'll as I am

Carve out your eyes and scramble them bitches next to the bacon in my frying pan

I was a stick-up kid, it was fucked up but fun

(Why?) Cause I used a Nintendo Duck Hunt gun

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Step to me, better Step Correctly

Cause I'm a break your jaw if you disrespect me

Get on the mic, get on the mic, god damnit,

Get on the mic

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>

Pull up right next to you at the drive-thru

I ain't here to buy food, stupid ain't no telling what I might do

Lickin' shots, speed off, with the perfect timing,

Yeah the tires screech, no it ain't Dustin Diamond

You fuckin suck at rhymin, weak impostors, I've been iller

You're Ben Stiller, it's time to Meet the Fockers

You don't greet me proper

I'm a slam your head mother fucken face down flat into a greasy saucer

Pass the cheesy salsa, I'm making nachos

I told you we gonna make it rain so bitch bring a pancho

I'm the best at war, that's what the heckler for

Play me like it's chess and I'll smack you with a checker board

You should check my repo, it's quite impressive baby

This year I'm eatin' real meal like veal with extra gravy

You was an extra for a lady in a cheap film

In a nasty scene that left the camera lens with skeet film

Without a doubt, yeah we know what you're about

You love sausage so much, when you talk you spit sauerkraut

Yeah, you heard me?

Yo, when you talk you spit sauerkraut out your mouth,

Biatch

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

So if you're gonna step, better Step Correctly

I got the microphone skills, gods bless me

So if you're gonna step, Step Correctly

Mister Sinister, tell 'em who I'm gonna get to have the best beats

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