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[Intro:] Another Celph Titled motherfuckin' banger! Bllllllllaaaaat! [Scratch Chorus:] "I do damage but still I manage to lay low Actual fact, (why black?) Cause I say so" "Run for cover" "They say I'm outta control" "Run for cover" "But I don't give a fuck though" - Lord Finesse 'You Know What I'm About' [Verse 1:] You thought I was but I wasn't I wasn't what you thought I was what "wasn't" is or has ever been brought From unknown dimensions (yep) But did I mention I have 30 henchmen Up in my infantry since infants And that's how we get down, get down, get down my brother If hip hop's dead then close the casket fucker Get wrapped in barb wired, face down in car tires Gat Super Soakers like a bond fire I got more fire (what?) Like a bat outta Hell fire, flyin', buyin' dark shades, sippin' white Zinfandel Letras de cancionesR.I.P. Big L You set the standard for my frame of lyricism Say a name and my missiles hit 'em Boom, bang, pow Yeah, all of that stuff Bitch, you couldn't fit my dick in a Mac truck So I came back from the dead with loose screws And beats with horns that sound somethin' like a moose screw (huh?) I'm quite exquisite with it I'm naughty kill it skillet I'm on some Tretch and Tim Dog, Penicillin shit (damn) I'm '92 Nasty Nas and Akinyele, '88 Daddy Kane 2070 Makaveli My swordsmen specialize in contortion Torture chamber in the same garage that I park my Porsche in And dead bodies, chuck 'em in the bay And I'm a summon Satan every time I hear Justin Timberlake [Chorus:] Mad as fuck That's how I've been since the beginnin' Don't know why, but I hate everything livin' I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem Blllaaaat, to your noggin' Face flat in the coffin You think you got issues, I got issues I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss you You think you got issues, I got issues I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss you [Verse 2:] I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss y'all The shit I pulled off in this game takes big balls I'm a rap star from two different rap crews A pale skin Cuban who's mistaken for a black dude Cause my thunderous voice is deep on the mic Sometimes it's Barry White sometimes it's Jesus Christ Sometimes I'm eatin' mice like hungry pet snakes That song with me and Juelz, my favorite Dipset tape You should have copped it, if you didn't, hope you die slow Starve you till your ribs touch, time to give you lipo I'm mad nice though (Right, that's fo' sho' homie) I'm with your wife tho' (Oh, fo' sho' she's gon' blow me) And I'm an O.G., in underground rap circles I took it all over, just look at a map Erkle (you see that?) I'm a murk you, but not right now (I'll lay you in the intersection with the stop lights out) [Chorus:] Mad as fuck That's how I've been since the beginnin' Don't know why, but I hate everything livin' I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem Blllaaaat, to your noggin' Face flat in the coffin You think you got issues, I got issues I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss you You think you got issues, I got issues I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss you [Verse 3:] Splatter paint shotgun shells, look what my pellets made I give opponents hellish fades with a propeller blade Rockin' a ninja mask and infrared glasses Lookin' really stupid, but really I'm right under your mattress Keys to the safe, Desert Eagles and duct tape I'm takin' e'rything down to your last cupcake Motherfucker I got million dollar plans whether in or out of hand You should just holler at me, I got you fam No wack records to my track record I'm takin' Hell so you can have Heaven Smack you if you half steppin' I'm givin' math lessons at spelling bees With a big black weapon if you don't fuckin' spell Celph with a "C" There's only one way to go out So I'm goin' out of my way to do sign language with hand grenades My sharp teeth are like Ginsu diamonds Y'all ain't men with Heisman, y'all are just men with hymens [Chorus:] Mad as fuck That's how I've been since the beginnin' Don't know why, but I hate everything livin' I got a problem, yeah, I got a problem Blllaaaat, to your noggin' Face flat in the coffin You think you got issues, I got issues I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss you You think you got issues, I got issues I'm mad as fuck so of course I'm gonna diss you From Letras Mania