Celph Titled Murder Death Kill Lyrics

[Celph Titled]
Eso, what up son? you know how the f*ck we do,
motherf*ckin Demigods
Motherf*ckin Army of the Pharoahs
It's murder death kill playboy, ainno saftey's on
These microphones, ainno motherf*ckin silencers for
this shit
Cause when we hold 'em...
we let this shit go off right in they're f*ckin face
(let 'em know)

[Celph Titled]
I'm always gettin a suntan on my gun hand cuz I keep
the burner out
ready to blaze scorchin lead at your fam
so when I give you a pound, it's really 4
cuz a 45. defies gravity, liftin you off of the floor
pick out your coffin decor maybe some marble and gold
and hope they write some nice words when they carvin
your stone
"here lies a noble man who got brave stuck out his
chest bone"
beef with Celph Titled now this grave is what he calls
home
get your gaul stone put in a jar in a lab
even the coroner got sick and had to barf in a bag
your boyfriend said you was a marvelous fag
and in drag thought you was God like the carpenters dad
you said I wasn't rippin shit properly?
the magnitude of my gangsta is a motherf*ckin
scientific anomoly
with a strange collection of weapons I got a good
assortment
come close and ima cut you with a mercedes hood
ornament

[Bridge]
Yo, you talkin loud homeboy we never heard of you
put your little record out, nobody never heard of you went to your city, and they said they never heard of
you
so we usin motherf*ckin bars of death to murder you

[Hook]
[Esoteric]
it's murder death kill
[Celph Titled]
or it's kill death murder
[Esoteric]
Celph push they wig back
[Celph Titled]
ES push it back further
[Esoteric]
you comin out your face?
[Celph Titled]
we handle beef to the bone marrow
[Esoteric]
no matter if it's demi gods
[Celph Titled]
or army of the pharoahs

[Esoteric]
we beheadin your heroes steady&ready for eddie guerro
theoretically your chance of deadin me zero
give up your petty dinero..?
we medically and poetically my machete is ready
me men don't need to coast the homie shows keep the gat
close
? shove it down your throat, make you bite the iron man
like you jackals
bars of death connected like money fresh off the press
an old carcass left in the fetal position no people
listen
record spinnin but the needle is skippin
i never needed permission in sayin I don't believe in
religion
i believe in peepin a lethal evil tradition
i believe in merkin enemies with precision feedin the
fish ? G's in my vision
your styles infintile seek out a pediatrician
it be another emcee missin on the evenin edition

[Bridge]

[Hook]

yea, DC, with the sinister track..