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Celph Titled - Mad As Fuck
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I do, I do, I do damage, but still I manage to lay low
Actual fact, (why black?) 'Cause I say so
Run for cover, run, run for cover
They say, they s, they say, they say I'm outta control
Run for cover, run, run for cover
But I don't, but I don't, but I don't give a fuck though (yeah, yeah)
You thought I was, but I wasn't (uh, uh)
I wasn't what you thought
I was what wasn't is or has ever been brought from unknown dimensions (yep)
But did I mention I got 30 henchmen that been in my infantry since infants?
And that's how we get down, get down, get down, my brother
If hip hop's dead then close the casket fucker (yeah, yeah)
Get wrapped in barbwire, face down in car tires
Gas Super Soakers light the bonfire, I got more fire (what?)
Like a bat outta Hell fire, flyin', buyin' dark shades, sippin' white Zinfandel
R.I.P. big L
You set the standard for my frame of lyricism
Say a name and my missiles hit 'em, boom, bang, pow
Yeah, all of that stuff, bitch, you couldn't fit my dick in a Mac truck (oh, oh)
So I came back from the dead with loose screws
And beats with horns that sound somethin' like a moose screw (huh?)
I'm quite exquisite with it, I'm naughty kill it skillet
I'm on some Tretch and Tim Dog, Penicillin shit (damn)
I'm '92 nasty nas and akinyele, '88 daddy Kane, 2070 makaveli (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My swordsmen specialize in contortion
Torture chamber in the same garage that I park my porsche in (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Them dead bodies, chuck 'em in the bay (hey, hey, hey)
And I'ma summon Satan every time I hear Justin Timberlake
Mad as fuck
That's how I've been since the beginnin
Don't know why, but I hate everythin' livin
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
Blaat, to your noggin
Face flat in the coffin
You think you got issues, I got issues
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss you
You think you got issues, I got issues
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss you
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss y'all
The shit I pulled off in this game takes big balls (oh, oh)
I'm a rap star from two different rap crews
A pale skin Cuban who's mistaken for a black dude (hm, hm)
'Cause my thunderous voice is deep on the mic (yep, yep)
Sometimes it's Barry White, sometimes it's Jesus Christ (yep, yep)
Sometimes I'm eating mice like hungry pet snakes (what?)
That song with me and Juelz, my favorite Dipset tape (ha-ha-ha)
You should have copped it, if you didn't, hope you die slow
Starve you 'til your ribs touch, time to give you lipo (yeah, yeah)
I'm mad nice though (right, that's fo' sho', homie)
I'm with your wife though (oh, fo' sho' she gon' blow me, ha-ha)
And I'm an o.g, in underground rap circles
I took it all over, just look at a map erkle (you see that?)
I'ma merc' you, but not right now (nah, nah)
I'll lay you in the intersection with the stop lights out
Mad as fuck
That's how I've been since the beginnin
Don't know why, but I hate everythin' livin
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
Blaat, to your noggin
Face flat in the coffin
You think you got issues, I got issues
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss you
You think you got issues, I got issues
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss you (yeah)
Splatter paint shotgun shells, look what my pellets made
I give opponents hellish fades with a propeller blade (uh, uh)
Rockin' a ninja mask and infrared glasses
Lookin' really stupid, but really I'm right under your mattress (ha-ha)
Keys to the safe, Desert Eagles and duct tape
I'm takin' everythin' down to your last cupcake (yeah, yeah)
Motherfucker, I got million-dollar plans whether in or out of hand
You should just holler at me, I got you fam
No wack methods to my track record (no, no)
I'm takin' Hell so you can have Heaven
Smack you if you half steppin' (bitch, bitch)
I'm givin' maths lessons at spellin' bees
With a big black weapon if you don't fuckin' spell Celph with a C (brrat, brrat)
There's only one way to go out
So I'm goin' out of my way to do sign language with hand grenades (nice, nice)
My sharp teeth are like Ginsu diamonds
Y'all ain't men with Heisman, y'all are just men with hymens
Mad as fuck
That's how I've been since the beginnin
Don't know why, but I hate everythin' livin
I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem
Blaat, to your noggin
Face flat in the coffin
You think you got issues, I got issues
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss you
You think you got issues, I got issues
I'm mad as fuck, so of course I'm gonna diss you
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