CELPH TITLED

CELPH TITLED - Real Villains lyrics

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[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

Yo, I got you askin' who the fuck would want beef with a strong fleet?

Hungry to palm heat? Cause this year we gon' eat

And ain't no motherfucker stoppin' the kingdom

Shut the church down

Every bell broke cause we ringed 'em

Singin' hymns in hell, at the top of my lungs

Fuck a Rock Band, I can play the drums with my guns

Ain't it

A bitch when the streets is the wildest sport

Sell crack and come up short on child support

Take heed, lay low and strap on a vest

Run a credit check, I could kill a rapper for less

And you saw my rap quote that the Source won't

It's so I'll that a whore's throat spittin' shit in Morse Code

Your label got doe? You can get a song from me

Fill up the limo with cash, I'm talkin' long money

After I spit, the mic get's replaced

They don't know whether to call it a sound booth or a fire place

And I'm a funny fuck that'll put twenty slugs

Up inside your honey love so she can get her tummy tucked

Celph Titled

The villain of rap

We use a twelve gauge they can't trace a shotgun blast

[Chorus: Celph Titled]

Niggas is illin'

We the real villains

What more can you say, we're shots peelin'

That's what you get (BOOM)

You got it? Good

And I hope you understood

[Verse 2: Guttamouf]

What the fuck?

You thought I wasn't raw?

When Gutta talk, vibrations crack the asphalt

Pull out the gat and watch the crowd disperse

The worst

I'm plantin' C-4 on your hearse

Comin' suicide and kill you again in Hades

Make a backwards save, come back and kill ALL your babies

You really wanna fuck with that?

Put this chainsaw on you

Finish splittin' that ass crack

Nigga

I think you better leave it alone

You better listen to Jahiem in case you don't make it home

(Motherfucker)

I hope you made love to your wife

I'll get shit on my dick, then blood on my knife

Escape conviction, fuck goin' to prison

Break in your house and fill your wife's mouth with jizzm

I had an unholy baptism

Now I need a young and an old priest to perform the Exorcism

I feed off these negative things

I take fake thug MCs and make them niggas sing

So I'll play Nas and you play Hova

I hope you "Got Yourself A Gun" before you try to "Takeover"

[Chorus: Celph Titled]

Niggas is illin'

We the real villains

What more can you say, we're shots peelin'

That's what you get (BOOM)

You got it? Good

And I hope you understood

[Verse 3: Lord Digga]

This ain't my universe, see I ain't from here

I'm just makin' a space for all my apes to come here

We're the most feared, that sample that can't get cleared

Stay droppin' science, yours is weird

Seize your vessel like Blackbird

I'm takin' your ship

I'm the coast God

I spotted you from the coast guard

The ghetto Picard

Not playin' with a full deck of cards

Your freestyle don't work, you're scared

We inhibit you dicks, from actin' hard

Never flame bets on the odds

Butternuts and wads

The Intrepid, niggas can't Dodge

The lyrical pig, I spit lard

I'm like a Blood and a Crip

Impossible to fuck with

Stick you for your budget

Men-aged with your mom and chick, they loved it

They told me my Bone was Thuggish

If you ain't garbage you rubbish

I hit the road with heat, stash the luggage

Your bullshit lyrics, I ain't tryin' to love it

You're on some fake thug shit, y'all ain't rugged

I'm

Killin' your style, no remains recovered

[Chorus: Celph Titled]

Niggas is illin'

We the real villains

What more can you say, we're shots peelin'

That's what you get (BOOM)

You got it? Good

And I hope you understood

[Verse 4: Majik Most]

You wanna Get Large? Get charred with your face scared

Lookin' like a cartoon can of discharge

You'll be bon voyage, better pray to your god

When I travel over your body in a Pope Mobile

Majik makes you wanna tote that steel

You're so fuckin' scared I'm like, "What's the deal?! "

I'll shoot your hat off, like saloons in the west

Bitch, I'm the captain, harpoon in your chest

You fishin' for beef?

Get your tackle box

Sell more records in Europe, than David Hasselhoff

Roastin' your Britney Spears tassels off

I'll knock a Jewish man's noggin' off and yell "Mazel Tov! "

Your skin will peel off while I'm eatin' rice pilaf

Pissin' me off? Oh my God you're soft!

And I'm flippin' more than Tipper Gore when I'm gettin' raw

Rip my shirt off, Skeleton swellin' your whore

[Chorus: Celph Titled]

Niggas is illin'

We the real villains

What more can you say, we're shots peelin'

That's what you get (BOOM)

You got it? Good

And I hope you understood

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