โหลดเพลง mp3 Hardcore Data - Celph Titled

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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Because I spit on spectators
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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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Because I spit on spectators
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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
The microphone mutilater
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With the hardcore data
Because I spit on spectators
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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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With the hardcore data
Because I spit on spectators
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With the hardcore data
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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
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Bring the sh*t back f**k that yo
Diss me
Hardcore Data - Celph Titled