[Intro]
Heheheheheh
Celph Titled the [bad word]  landmine lieutenant
Back up in this biznatch fo' sho' tho'
Sammy The Sleezebag, what's good, pimptation?
I'm 'bout to show you what happen to MC's that can rhyme
I'm right here, we ain't go no [bad word]  where
We gon' do it like this
Check it, yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
Stand back you heard, sir, murders occur
My verbs are disturbed, my curse words are hurtin' your herbs
Alertin' the service, bringin' marines with kerosene flasks
Guns and masks
Jumpin' through glass with sig 229's and mp5's
I rapid fire bustin' spray men
When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin
And yes, I'm from Tampa, no I'm not a Buccaneer
But I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya [bad word] [bad word] The sun is here, cover your eyes
All my attributes is dangerous
My mustache is murderous
My hip bone will send your clique home
With they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack
Cartilage in a gift wrap
My cartridge's click-clack and leave you and your [bad word] clapped
Now your [bad word] [bad word] need a neck brace with a chin strap
We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks
And niggas 'round my way call me the Cuban Missile Crisis

[Verse 2]
My raps' not for emo kids
My flamethrower leave you bald head like chemo kids
I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman, I'm one of the two
Don't open doors for [bad word]  so which one would you choose?
Playboy, make you steak sauce, A1, you [bad word] soft
Not Travolta, but what's in my holster take your Face Off
We about to cake off, my money stacks make [bad word] band snap
My [bad word] gettin' bundles with no government tax
Ain't no 20-80 split
Better give me half or you can get your jaw split
Courtesy of Vinnie Paz
A.O.T.P. or D.M.I.G.O.D.Z
Either/or with C4, galore, the heaters pour
I got the fever for some thick skeezers and a need for whores
She got an Applebum, so what the [bad word] we need Bonita for?
Rappers try to pull my cards I gave 'em a shuffle
Guttermouth took they bodies, so I gave him a shovel

[Verse [bad word]  ten laps in a second when I'm rappin' on records
Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend
Back in the day me and Dutchmassive schemin' just to get in
Now we slingin' wax from 8-1-3 to the Kremlin
Hook line and sinker, my hooks and lines will sink you leagues under the sea
Up my sleeves up under the fleece
No tricks, just a loaded piece, chrome heat
Put you in [bad word] sleep with [bad word] over to cope with holes in ya cheek
And I don't care if you worship
I'll put a bullet in your temple
Leave you bent and crippled, wife and kids get sentimental
Ya best soldiers [bad word] to my b-team [bad word] Nas mission impossible be my Thief's Theme
Each beam I aim multiplied by eight
You gettin' [bad word] on your album and gettin raped on mixed tapes
Sidekick with a flipped face and targetin' system
Heat vision like the Predator, I'm slaughterin' victims

[Verse 4]
The harder I hit 'em, [bad word]  the better they know
Call up the reverend and we bringin' holy [bad word] to your show
These holy clips leave you wholly split and every ho that I hit
Get baptized in holy [bad word]  out the hole in my [bad word] I stay holdin' my [bad word]  you thought I wasn't one of them
Spittin' phlegm on Bibles in God's crib right in front of Him
I'm Iceberg, but not Slim
More like the type of [bad word] that sunk the Titanic
Done irreversible damage
There's no recovery possible, no nurses, no hospitals
No stuffed bears and get well cards, just Celph spittin' [bad word] s bars
You grew up on a farm with the Amish gettin' they goats from
I'm from the dirty south, but I'm clean so call me soap scum
I'll sell the same [bad word] twice,