[Celph Titled]
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Eso, what up son? you know how the fuck we do, motherfuckin Demigods
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Motherfuckin Army of the Pharoahs
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It's murder death kill playboy, ainno saftey's on
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These microphones, ainno motherfuckin silencers for this shit
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Cause when we hold 'em...
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we let this shit go off right in they're fuckin face (let 'em know)
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[Celph Titled]
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I'm always gettin a suntan on my gun hand cuz I keep the burner out
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ready to blaze scorchin lead at your fam
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so when I give you a pound, it's really 4
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cuz a 45. defies gravity, liftin you off of the floor
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pick out your coffin decor maybe some marble and gold
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and hope they write some nice words when they carvin your stone
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"here lies a noble man who got brave stuck out his chest bone"
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beef with Celph Titled now this grave is what he calls home
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get your gaul stone put in a jar in a lab
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even the coroner got sick and had to barf in a bag
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your boyfriend said you was a marvelous fag
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and in drag thought you was God like the carpenters dad
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you said I wasn't rippin shit properly?
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the magnitude of my gangsta is a motherfuckin scientific anomoly
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with a strange collection of weapons I got a good assortment
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come close and ima cut you with a mercedes hood ornament
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[Bridge]
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Yo, you talkin loud homeboy we never heard of you
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put your little record out, nobody never heard of you
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went to your city, and they said they never heard of you
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so we usin motherfuckin bars of death to murder you
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[Hook]
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[Esoteric]
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it's murder death kill
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[Celph Titled]
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or it's kill death murder
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[Esoteric]
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Celph push they wig back
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[Celph Titled]
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ES push it back further
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[Esoteric]
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you comin out your face?
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[Celph Titled]
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we handle beef to the bone marrow
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[Esoteric]
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no matter if it's demi gods
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[Celph Titled]
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or army of the pharoahs
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[Esoteric]
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we beheadin your heroes steady&ready for eddie guerro
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theoretically your chance of deadin me zero
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give up your petty dinero..?
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we medically and poetically my machete is ready
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me men don't need to coast the homie shows keep the gat close
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? shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man like you jackals
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bars of death connected like money fresh off the press
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an old carcass left in the fetal position no people listen
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record spinnin but the needle is skippin
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i never needed permission in sayin I don't believe in religion
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i believe in peepin a lethal evil tradition
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i believe in merkin enemies with precision feedin the fish ? G's in my vision
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your styles infintile seek out a pediatrician
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it be another emcee missin on the evenin edition
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[Bridge]
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[Hook]
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yea, DC, with the sinister track..
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Murder-Death-Kill (feat. Celph Titled)
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| 7L & Esoteric |
