Clown Class Ft Celph Titled Majik Most and Louis Logic
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Celph Titled the crocodile hunter, I keep it gator
The monster in your closet that you always been afraid of
The type to come through and not say peace when I leave
Choke your crew with army jackets and leave 'em fatigued
And we scoop hood rats with mouse traps
Give you the gas face and douse that
You survivin'? I doubt that
Robbin' your grandmoms for her mortgage loan
I'm tryin' to figure out how to strangle you with a cordless phone
My force is known to leave cops in plain clothes
Layin' stiff on the floor with red stains on their clothes
And if the feds catch me, I'ma go wild
Tote a rocket launcher to the courtroom and blow trial
My style's bummy, attitude stay grumpy
And I don't fuck around, dunny
I got so much ice up in my crib and nowhere to rest my head
Only time I tuck my jewels is when I put 'em to bed
Put your facts against mine, that's a disturbing gamble
I'll piss on your beat machine and give you a urine sample
And while you writin' rhymes tryin' to come up with shit
I'll come up on your bitch and leave my cum up on her upper lip
In the school of hard knocks, we're at the top of our classes
Shit, the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not our report card passes
Class clowns say that we're the real smartasses
We run shit and punch kids in their plump tummies
Front dummies, but you wanna run from me
Magic's got detention, Lou's got suspension
And Celph got expelled for snappin' niggas' lunch money
Magic Most motherfuckers, yeah, back in effect
Fuckin' your head up like a John Larroquette hairnet
Bullets whistlin', rippin' through your neck and your chest
Fuck Kevlar, rock a Mexican festival vest
You need a testicle check, you're a man with breasts
Bustin' out your dress, I'll make your bird chest fly west
Nevertheless, your style's fake, so bust it
I'll pistol whip you with a Civil War musket
Sayin' that's your girl, but she shows me love
Said Titanic was a movie 'bout my penis in a bathtub
I hate fake thugs always fuckin' up the clubs
I'll beat you with a coffee cup, now you been mugged
You need to be unplugged and whipped with the cord
Whipped and then taught, I'm always flippin' a song
Lucky Russian for a coach, I'm a star with this
I'll brush you off like a conceited paleontologist
Get your head chopped off and burnt to a crisp
And left in a tote bag, and you'll be sad
I'm bad news like a paperboy with a Uzi
With a cancerous tumor oozing, ooh
You're cruisin' for a bruisin' when you're drivin' a Macho
In a pink convertible Pinto lettin' your hair blow
Catch me down in Mexico sexin' your ho
I'll stab you with a sword from the Antique Roadshow
In the school of hard knocks, we're at the top of our classes
Shit, the bullies even kiss our asses
Whether or not our report card passes
Class clowns say that we're the real smartasses
We run shit and punch kids in their plump tummies
Front dummies, but you wanna run from me
Magic's got detention, Lou's got suspension
And Celph got expelled for snappin' niggas' lunch money
Yo, I come to your apartment with a gun under a parka
Full of blanks I used the other day to pull a bank heist
And say hi by wavin' the barrel right in your face
And empty shit inside your Old Navy apparel
I never claimed to be the friendliest kid
But I'll teach you what an enemy is
And beat you with the shit end of the stick
My own peoples will tell you I can be a dick
And they know firsthand I treated some of them to a fifth
When a motherfucker's famished, I grab the oven hand mitts
And stuff his damn lips with a lovely knuckle sandwich
I leave your muzzle bandaged like a dog with a lampshade
The double standard is paws and some Band-Aids
So all that braggin' when you catch a case, forget it, ace
You stupid motherfucker, you're not duppin' from gettin' AIDS
Get it straight, Hit-Dee-Day's been diggin' for years
We got waps too, but ours isn't for mayors, motherfucker