These Are Those Words - Celph Titled

My cancellation plans cause lacerations and chop hands

Sometimes my Glock jams but my revolver do the Real Roxanne

I saw the ops they ran, knew that I would fade 'em quick

And yank 'em by the dress, bitch ass weirdos like Jaden Smith

I don’t care if you like it or not

I write, recite and excite on the mic, I don’t care if you like it, I’m hot

We extort extorters, escort daughters

Fuck wit' killers that snort quarters that’s paranoid to cross boarders

Gun tucked in the holster right under the underarm

That toast make you consider which side you buttered on

So when I quote my price don’t make me tell ya twice

When I go car shoppin' it’s a helicopter price

Develop levels of stoppin' ya life til my rivals all dead

Make a brick of C4 bigger than Joe Biden’s forehead

Last person that said Celph Titled ain’t a gangsta he is

Hangin' from a ceilin' fan, rotatin' and danglin'

«Understand»

«I gets much too complex»

«Sorry to hear that»

If I ain’t the man then who the fuck is?

If you eatin' snacks and make the Pringles duck lip

I’ll smack ya mouth quick so you’ll be coughin' bitch

And chips lodged dumb thick in your esophagous

Then I’m givin' dumb dick to your sloppy bitch

Put your head in a jar til it looks like pig’s feet

With beef jerky meat, stamp an expiration date on your cheek

Remember Puff and them shiny suits?

We rockin' that shit

With flame throwers, charcoaling ya troops

And I’m prone to shoot, do whatever the fuck to get my paper on

Yeah you got a gun but it’s unloaded with the safety on

You get your on, stop, drop and roll when I pop the fo' fo' and leave a whole

lot of holes

So fo' sho' I’m sendin' rappers to rehab

And put 'em on their kneecaps, sorta like a skeezer or a skeet rag

Think you got a career but you just carry his weed bag

Drop a tape but I’d rather listen to static and feedback