[Verse One]
I'm from the Gunshine State, so my gun must shine
I'm tryin' to impregnate Beyonce's sister just one mo' time
So, take a toke of this, you won't be breathin' well
I'm all about biscuits and trees like a Keebler elf
I snuff bikers, give a fuck, ride a
Unicycle with plush tires right thru the offices of Ruff Ryders
Here's a thug reminder, a goon quick tip
You belong in the ladies room cause you be on some bitch shit
I'll never stop writin' rhymes like this (cuz)
Show you what a point blank shot to ya ribs (does)
You seen the holes those shells made? You a hotel maid
Cause all you do is fold and that's so gay
I tried to kick a field goal
I missed the ball, my show flew off and hit you in the fuckin' head with a steel toe
For real though I got this underground bullshit
Wrapped around my finger, not a rapper or a singer
That's quite as ill as I am, pop out your eyes and
Scramble them bitches next to the bacon in my fryin' pan
I was a stick up kid, it was fucked up but fun
(Why?) cause I used a Nintendo Duck Hunt gun
[Scratch Chorus] [x4]
"Ya step to me, better step correctly
Cause I'mma break ya jaw if you disrespect me"
[Bridge Vocal Loop] [x4]
"Get on the mic, get on the mic, god damnit!"
[Verse Two]
Pull up right next to you at the drive-thru
I ain't here to buy food, stupid, no tellin' what I might do
Lick a shot, speed off with the perfect timin'
Yeah the tires Screech, no it ain't Dustin Diamond
You fuckin' suck at rhymin', weak imposters
I been iller, you're Ben Stiller, it's time to meet the Fockers
If you don't greet me proper
I'mma slam your head muthafuckin' face down flat into a greasy saucer
Pass the cheese and salsa, I'm makin' nachos
I told you we gon' make it rain, so bitch bring a poncho (bring a poncho)
I'm the best at war, that's what the Heckler for
Play me like it's chess and I'll smack you with a checkerboad
You should check my repoire (it's quite impressive, baby)
This year I'm eatin' real meals (like veal with extra gravy)
You was an extra for a lady in a cheap film
In a nasty scene that left the camera lens with skeet film
Without a doubt, yeah we know what you're about
You love sausage so much, when you talk you spit sauerkraut
Yeah.. Haha..
When you talk, you spit sauerkraut out ya mouth (beeotch!)
[Scratch Chorus] [x4]
"Ya step to me, better step correctly
Cause I'mma break ya jaw if you disrespect me"
[Outro Bridge]
If you're gonna step, step correctly
I got the microphone skills God's blessed me
So if you're gonna step, step correctly
Mista Sinista, tell 'em who I'm gon' get to have the best beats
The over-the-top, bazooka wielding action star of hip hop, charismatic Floridian word master Celph Titled began his
professional entrance into the rap game during the late 90's. Now embarking on a focused solo career with over ten years of industry know-how, respect, int'l touring & die hard loyal fans, the "Celph"-made independent pastor of punchlines sets out to solidify his stamp on the scene....more
My man Apathy's best album to date. DJ Premier, Evidence, DJ Muggs, Statik Selektah, Da Beatminerz on production... and I'm featured on this bitch. Celph Titled
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This is Apathy's debut album, which is a classic to me. The ill part about this Bandcamp version is that it includes bonus tracks, instrumentals and acapellas all for a low price. Dope... Celph Titled