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I already done heard enough of that faggot shit Celph Titled comes through with matches lit Causing gases ashes to form where your casket sit I'm passionate smacking bitches on blind dates An angry rap critic on top of that irate At my estate we got room with medieval tombs dead people and priceless spoons that scrap brain on plates for Montezum And I assume I'm about ten yards from you camp grounds with kerosene filled to the brim of my canteens spilling on ant mounds I play Cee-Lo with-out the dice and roll niggas head instead 'Cause I'm charitable and generous to give out the led You shook bitches know I carry M72 L.A.W.s with 66 millimeter rockets cruising above you What? Your mother said she never love you? Well she told me 'cause I'm that nigga to hold heat and make slugs outta your gold teeth A sick muthah fuckah puttin' six muthah fuckin' slugs in six muthah fuckin' arteries ain't mutha fuckah hard as me [Sample: x2] Every now and then a suckah MC gets courageous Every-Every now and then a suckah MC get's courageous Every now and then a suckah MC get's courageous Never-Never the Least they all R.I.P. From Letras Mania