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How many songs son

How many songs

Yo son it's like 15 Hehehe

I dare a little punk to try to diss me

You wanna know why Because

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I bruise your crew and neighbors

Do you dudes a favor

Show you how to use a razor

Are you a buddah blazer

Yes I get zooted major

And all you stupid haters

Hit you with computer lasers

I got the smoothest flavor

Makin' moves movin' makers

Off the roof

Who's to save ya who's ya savior

Celph Titled the Rubix Ranger player

Stupid paper

When I'm doin' capers

And what's inside this bazooka

Case will shoot a crater ahhh

In your screwface and doofus gaffers

My ruthless anger got animal

In the zoo behavior

Now who's the spayer hey

Lose your body in a lake

Or tombs or chambers

Where you'll consume fumes

And vapors haha

We mash f**ks like Super Potatoes

It's true we'll do fools in

Bury them with the rutabagas

Sooner or later

Fine tuned parachuting invaders

Will tear through your Winnebago

Wearin' suits and aimin'

Aero fusion phasers blam

They talkin' mules and acres

I'm filmin' movies in Bermuda

On a cruise to Jamaica man

I'm a front tooth eraser

You'se a booty shaker uh huh

And you'll be found in a pool

With barracudas and gators

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I'm too real ill still will kill

No frills no gold grills

Hold still hooker hoe chill

I know you smoke krills

You shouldn't till

I throw you out mobile

In Mobile Alabama

In a pile of ants and pajamas

Surrounded by a thousand salamanders what

I'ma bust a round of cannons off camouflaged

As a satanic Santa Claus

Ain't another man that's raw

You should turn your cameras on

Cause I'm bringin' the blama sauce

The blicker oil

The trigger boilin' hot from firing shots

I'll spit it for you

I'll promise you that

Ask mama who's back

The motherf**kin' Montezuma of rap

Hollerin' Blaaaamp

And that's the way it goes down

You fraudulent foe clown

I'ma put your skull in the dryer

And watch it go round

Oh my God

I'm salutin' one for you'll

No more shootin' guns at all

I'm boostin' the sun from God

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So so so when I walk in a club

With black jeans and a white tee

You're on a walkie talkie callin' security

Hurry please it's Celph and he came strapped

Bringin' so much pain that

You can't get enough Novocaine packs

So insane in fact I was held captive

By unattractive cave women

Overdosed on Pro Active

Yo This That Sh*t

From the dynamite stick expert

With bottle rockets

I flip with hotter objects of sex

And they flex in my bedroom

Legs spread thick red head b**ch boom

With no freckles she was actually

Have black Icelandic

I might land this Spanish Italian French

Or whatever the f**k airport they got f**k it

At my mansion the size of a Marriott

Yes my rhymes are very hot

So where a vest cause

When my CD's are pressed

They fly like Japanese ninja stars

And they'll injure you'll

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I told you'll motherf**kers

I dare a little punk to try to diss me

That's hardcore b**ch niggas

You're not hardcore motherf**kers

We buckwildin' Yo Buck

You know you hardcore on this one

Hardcore tracks

Bring the sh*t back f**k that yo

Diss me

Hardcore Data - Celph Titled