Yell at Us

Yo, let me tell yall something
This aint mother****** rap music, this is mother****** slap music
And no ************ * ass ******* get slapped the ************* up on a daily basis
7L keeping it Godzilla on the track
All hail Apathy, the Eso- pterodactyl
and yours truly, Celph mother****** Titled
[Celph Titled]
Yo Im a mother****** legend in the streets and I dont care about rap
When my gun goes off they call me Grand Master Flash
Blast your wig off when I pulled his hair trigger
Water park your body slide you down the Hudson River
Listen carefully my flows be best in the cypher
Or come close, get cosy next to the fire
I got golf trophies and croquet hammers, propane canisters in my garage next
to dead bodies and fertilizer sard
With rifles in odd places in the aquarium with fish water
Out in the kitchen inside the dish washer
Oh so gangsta tell me Im wrong
Frontin on the block you wasnt sellin coke on
You was singing folk songs
Riding your bike with tight coats on
Throwing smoke bombs on old folks lawns
And thats as gully as you got
You aint throwin the darts
I got nuclear bombs that make you glow in the dark
Im like McGyver with weapons, respect the guard when he shouting
I can make a gun with just a Pepsi can and a soldering iron
Better duck cause these bullets might go through
the right view of those tinted light blue bifocals
My knife owes you, penetration for sure
Im a rap cannibalon the second leg of my tore
Whether you Scorpio or Sagittarius
I keep a gat next to my hairy nuts and never scared to bust
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[Celph Titled]
Aint no need to holla
Bring it on and just yell at us
Demigodz, we official hell rappers
Fight to the death, hold your team for ransom
Ready for war whenever we chant this anthem (2X)
[Apathy]
I leave this track destroyed a blackened void
Like the earths just collided with an asteroid
Chicks avoid these ignorant boys
who pick apart ***ual freaks like Sigmund Freud
Im the ************* *******, slut sticker, ho Id probably hit you
Im chemically imbalanced baby I got issues
The type thats gettin brains on an am-track train
While they cracking open the vile of anthrax sprayin
Mind of Confucius
Tongue fork like Judas
Concentration of Buddhist and fists like a pugilist
You stupid * ****** are too superstitious
Terrified of Y2K computer glitches
But now its 2003 were in a war
Where you clutch ya throat, choke & gag on the floor
From invisible fumes who reach physical doom
Till we ************* up the planet and gotta live on the moon
I travel underwater, twenty-thousand leagues
In a Bio-Dome bubble where I struggle to breathe
Where the light doesnt reach so its trouble to read
So I rock off the top while they juggle the beat
Where its so cold humans gotta cuddle for heat
Ill probably loose my mind and chuckle for weeks
While up on the streets humans mutate into beasts
Then eat the flesh of deceased youll never rest in peace
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[Esoteric]
Im sick of you all
If rap was hoop give me the ball
Then Ill pierce you like Ricky or Paul
Cities will fall like Pompei
Heres a buck fifty, its on Shay
My words deep like I wrote this *********** **t upon clay
Demigodz, the squad is on a power trip
Like Colin Powell on acid doing foul *************t
You claim your guns enforce
But the only iron you ever pulled was on a golf course
(Make money) Yes that is the plan
And I know it like my girl knows the back of my hand (haaa)
yall put me to sleep yall poetrys dull
I got a splitting headache from cracking so many skulls
I blaze the booth
(yall fake)
Shays the truth
I beast mother***** **s like Beowulf
I need five microphones, four clones of Catherine Zeta-Jones
Three whips to rome, two homes and a gold throne
I throw stones at glass cribs
**** ********* up parties and crack ribs
Yall throw blanks like mad-libs
A.O.T.P. shook rappers call police (siren)
Ill leave your brain lookin like a Jackson Pollock piece
Im an Altered beast
Yall are geese soon to be deceased
Bow to the cheif, you *******s need a preist
No peace, step to Esoteric if you want it
And get killed by bars like a raging alcoholic
[Chorus]