FastChatRoom
(*Prod. by Grand Finale)
[Celph Titled:]
What I write in a verse is like magic tricks*
Copperfield, grab your chick, cop a feel
Cock the Glock for real, give you some cop appeal
Dynamite vest, nah ain't stressing nothing
With a smiley face sticker on my detonator button
Haters ask, "Is he bluffing? " or, "Is he bugging? "
I don't know but I don't fuck with weed with the seed stuffing
What I blaze gets me oh so higher
Burned more white widow smoke like an old folks home (on fire)
I make change cha-ching, I can hang a playground
From a charm you should see the way my chain swings
You got the balls to diss? Won't have em afterwards
Cause when I rap contenders get killed after all my words
I'm tired of all you rapping nerds trying to critique my shit
Like I ain't the motherfucking master of the baddest verse
Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance will travel back in time
Smack you, have your baby teeth flying
I am Rob Zombie, I am the omni of dishonesty
I'm a prodigy and atrocity
Not a lot of promise in me
Positively not a drop of modesty
My philosophy is the policy
I believe in nothing
Try teaching a beast peace and loving
Juggling, my beliefs need re-adjusting
My life with sticks and rocks
Kick, punch, block
It was not a box of butterscotch and soda pops
I have filled a plot of mud, spilled a lot of blood
Watch the drops dripping flood, hit the top stud
I have crashed a lot of waves, dug a lot of graves
Drunk a lot of grapes, I have fucked a lot of babes
I'm do not disturb, I have punched a lot of nerds
Struck a lot of curbs, I have cut a lot of curves
You are none of the above, push come to shove
You're all motherfucking puppy love and country clubs
[Apathy:]
Y'all motherfuckers ain't running shit, y'all are simply runaways
I walk the surface of the sun while you're rocking stunner shades
I'm in Hell shoving flames while you're sweating summer days
I'm the son of Satan, son of Sam, sicker some will say
Got a flow so cold that I could blow the sun away
Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay
You could get blasted, body in a funeral casket
And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid
Slay the fascists, Pharaoh fans pray for classics
Come through in Raiders jackets to make this magic
I'm a holy man, Voodoo priest, rebel that'll shoot police
You wake up from this nightmare and change your little doodoo sheets
Skeleton crusher creature from the cryochamber