paroles de chanson Shotcallaz - Celph Titled , Apathy
Yeah,
we
got
some
top
shotta's...
some
front
line
gunners
in
the
house
tonight.
Celph
Titled:
The
Manager
of
Manslaughter,
My
brother
Apathy,
My
peoples
Joey
Knuckles
and
King
Cole.
You's
didn't
know?
The
Suicide
Kingz
bitch,
anybody's
a
target.
Kill
yourself,
Fucker!
Since
the
day
my
father
busted
in
my
mother,
I've
hated
competition
I
cut
the
tails
off
the
other
sperm
that
were
swimmin'
Nah,
sinnin'
is
my
synonym,
strippers
that
smell
like
cinnamon
Cinematography,
graphic
sodomy
of
these
women
I'm
spinnin'
out
of
control,
fuck
a
positive
image
I'm
slicker
than
oil
spillage
in
an
Alaskan
village
I
murder
and
pillage,
I
pilfer,
impressive
to
villains
I'm
chillin'
in
traffickin'
pills
and
packages
to
children
My
style
is
guerilla,
the
shade
of
vanilla,
the
nature
of
killas
Escaped
from
the
cage
in
a
cape
to
conceal
us
I
disappear
in
the
air,
leavin'
this
mystical
smoke
I'm
a
sorcerer,
rapped
in
a
magic,
invisible
cloak
Fuck
your
pitiful
quotes,
I'll
stick
a
drill
in
your
throat
Like
it's
quill
in
an
ink
well
for
these
verses
I
wrote
I
write
curses
in
cursive,
I'm
the
worst
of
the
worstest
Crush
your
planet
in
my
palm
and
leave
you
peons
earthless
: Yeah,
stick
a
motherfuckin'
spike
through
ya
skull.
Leave
you
lookin'
like
a
unicorn
skeleton...
: Yeah,
that's
what's
good
I'm
Slick
Rick
with
a
pimp
limp
and
an
ice
pick
Suicide
Kings
crush
your
head
in
a
vice
grip
We
might
flip,
beat
you
black
and
blue
with
a
nightstick
Quicker
than
a
dynamite
stick
with
a
short
wick
You're
not
Mike
Vick
with
pittbulls
and
full
clips
Gayer
than
a
rainbow
faggot
suckin'
his
own
dick
I
let
the
truth
slip,
cause
I
don't
give
two
shits
Jackin'
any
grip
when
we
tryna
see
blue
chips
To
battle
is
useless,
attack
is
ruthless
Your
bitch
got
more
semen
in
her
than
cruise
ships
I'm
Beast
Man,
holdin'
down
the
castle
of
Grayskull
We
blow
with
your
team
like
american
baseball
This
cannibal
rap,
with
a
scalpel
that'l
take
your
face
off
Disconnect
your
bones
with
high-powered
chainsaws
We
gettin'
swervy
in
a
two-toned
Mercury
When
I'm
smokin'
cocaine
with
the
ghost
of
Brittany
Murphy
: Hahahahaha,
Ya'll
some
suckas
man.
Yo,
let
'em
know
Celph!
A
word
to
the
wise,
don't
you
ever
get
me
mad
Cause
I'm
launchin'
scud
missiles
directly
from
my
chimney
shaft
Other
than
that,
I
ain't
holdin'
back
I'm
blowin'
stacks,
collectin'
gats
with
sniper
scopes
and
shoulder
straps
That'll
rip
through
your
Ryan
Seacrest
sequin
vest
And
I'm
just
gettin'
my
feet
wet
I'm
a
fan
of
damagin'
And
makin'
you
the
next
XXL
milk
carton
candidate
You's
a
roller
derby
bitch
ass
Serve
a
motherfuckin'
dish
in
kick
ass
And
watch
you
skate
fast
through
plate
glass
You
don't
reach
the
regions
that
my
army
spins
We
top
of
the
line,
y'all
computin'
with
a
copied
ram
Y'all
wanna
live
life
as
queens?
Well
I'm
with
the
Suicide
Kings
Hardcore
ride
or
die
team
I
ain't
cleanin'
my
kitchen,
if
I'm
liftin'
a
burner
My
options,
my
dick
or
my
gun,
into
a
bitch's
lips
insert
it
:
: Demigodz...
Apathy
: Celph
Titled
: Suicide
Kings
Boom
Bap
Motherfuckers!
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