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Apathy & Celph Titled
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Shotcallaz Ft Suicide Kings
[Intro:Celph Titled] Yeah, we got some top shotta's...some front line gunners in the house tonight. Celph Titled:The Manager of Manslaughter, My brother Apathy, My peoples Joey Knuckles and King Cole. You's didn't know? The Suicide Kingz bitch, anybody's a target. Kill yourself, Fucker!
[Verse 1:Apathy] Since the day my father busted in my mother, I've hated competition I cut the tails off the other sperm that were swimmin' Nah, sinnin' is my synonym, strippers that smell like cinnamon Cinematography, graphic sodomy of these women I'm spinnin' out of control, fuck a positive image I'm slicker than oil spillage in an Alaskan village I murder and pillage, I pilfer, impressive to villains I'm chillin' in traffickin' pills and packages to children My style is guerilla, the shade of vanilla, the nature of killas Escaped from the cage in a cape to conceal us I disappear in the air, leavin' this mystical smoke I'm a sorcerer, rapped in a magic, invisible cloak Fuck your pitiful quotes, I'll stick a drill in your throat Like it's quill in an ink well for these verses I wrote I write curses in cursive, I'm the worst of the worstest Crush your planet in my palm and leave you peons earthless
[Apathy]: Yeah, stick a motherfuckin' spike through ya skull. Leave you lookin' like a unicorn skeleton...
[Joey Knuckles]: Yeah, that's what's good
[Verse 2: Joey Knuckles] I'm Slick Rick with a pimp limp and an ice pick Suicide Kings crush your head in a vice grip We might flip, beat you black and blue with a nightstick Quicker than a dynamite stick with a short wick You're not Mike Vick with pittbulls and full clips Gayer than a rainbow faggot suckin' his own dick I let the truth slip, cause I don't give two shits Jackin' any grip when we tryna see blue chips To battle is useless, attack is ruthless Your bitch got more semen in her than cruise ships I'm Beast Man, holdin' down the castle of Grayskull We blow with your team like american baseball This cannibal rap, with a scalpel that'l take your face off Disconnect your bones with high-powered chainsaws We gettin' swervy in a two-toned Mercury When I'm smokin' cocaine with the ghost of Brittany Murphy
[Joey Knuckles]: Hahahahaha, Ya'll some suckas man. Yo, let 'em know Celph!
[Verse 3: Celph Titled] A word to the wise, don't you ever get me mad Cause I'm launchin' scud missiles directly from my chimney shaft Other than that, I ain't holdin' back I'm blowin' stacks, collectin' gats with sniper scopes and shoulder straps That'll rip through your Ryan Seacrest sequin vest And I'm just gettin' my feet wet I'm a fan of damagin' And makin' you the next XXL milk carton candidate You's a roller derby bitch ass Serve a motherfuckin' dish in kick ass And watch you skate fast through plate glass You don't reach the regions that my army spins We top of the line, y'all computin' with a copied ram Y'all wanna live life as queens? Well I'm with the Suicide Kings Hardcore ride or die team I ain't cleanin' my kitchen, if I'm liftin' a burner My options, my dick or my gun, into a bitch's lips insert it
[Outro]:
[Apathy]: Demigodz...Apathy [Celph Titled]: Celph Titled [Apathy]: Suicide Kings
Boom Bap Motherfuckers!
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