I hold the record for The most ignorant rhymes said That'll knock that cowboy Hat off of I'm us head
Catch me on the Food Network And watch me handle beef 2 letters I'm O T
2 words I'm gettin' money 2 verses I'm gettin' twenty And that's thousands Hoo ridin' through L A In a Bronco with Al Cowlings The head honcho I'm out browsin' And I ain't lookin' for bulletproof Hummers Just for bullets that shoot Hummers And Beamers with moonroofs for the summer For easy access to jump out poppin' And turn ya brains to au grauting Rotten as a young kid I never was the dude to call Too busy turnin' G I Joes into voodoo dolls Put my cigarette out on ya nose Get blood on my suit I got a thousand of those Can't come close My discography's the one with the most Cause I appear on more tracks Than Dale Earnhardt's ghost If you approach I'll murder though My gun flip more shells Than the Ninja Turtle show This is my movie in 3D Slice ya neck with a Fugees CD And stick Lauryn Hill with the coroner's bill Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do like this And we do like this Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do like this And we do like this Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do like this And we do like this Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do it like this And we do it like Muthaf**kin' Celph Titled is back yeah You can't the diminish fact I pull the panties off of feminine acts And with Sinista on the scratch maaaan You know I'm rippin' this wax cause Buckwild Came with the pimpinest track And with style and grace I'll punch a guy in his face Wipe out remove Erase and annihilate Yeah that's how I move when I swing And like Ben Grimm's wife You ain't doin' a Thing I done been ripped mics From Australia to Queens Smacked wack labels up For bogus sh*t they released And when Moses split the seas I jumped the gap on water skis Did you look back Nah Nothin' more to see Cause on my Island There's no sign of Def Jam Won't sign with left hand Right hand Aight SCRAM I shine bright next to mic stands Might just blind ya eye sight And give ya hype man a slight tan Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do it like this And we do it like this Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do like this And we do like this Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do like this And we do like this Ha ha ha ha and we do like this And we do like this And we do like Rough enough when I swing with a uppercut Yellin' at rappers like A megaphone with the button stuck Kerosene pour quarts out In front of the court house Light a match and in a calm manner I walk out In Atlanta I bring the Hawks out These are Doberman jaws I looked over and saw you had a small snout Do I catch wreck Hell yeah I'm the Fresh Prince of Hell's Lair You'll better get some healthcare F**kin' with Celph's rare Not too many wanna do it But the ones that did got They record label ruined Made you switch angles Somethin' ain't lookin' right Underground rappers turned To Criss Angel lookalikes That's what a faggot's lookin' like So f**k anybody that knows ya You a coward and a poser I'm about flows that roast ya Your sh*t's dead It's leftover french bread From Stouffers burnt in my toaster Certainly it's over You'll gotta start with a new scheme Your goofball Ron Burgundy news team Ain't bringin' the forecast
My hurricane cyclone attack leave you With your bones cracked and four casts
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