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letra de real villains - celph titled

[verse 1: celph t-tled]
yo, i got you askin’ who the f-ck would want beef with a strong fleet?
hungry to palm heat? cause this year we gon’ eat
and ain’t no motherf-cker stoppin’ the kingdom
shut the church down
every bell broke cause we ringed ’em
singin’ hymns in h-ll, at the top of my lungs
f-ck a rock band, i can play the drums with my guns
ain’t it
a b-tch when the streets is the wildest sport
sell crack and come up short on child support
take heed, lay low and strap on a vest
run a credit check, i could kill a rapper for less
and you saw my rap quote that the source won’t
it’s so i’ll that a wh-r-‘s throat spittin’ sh-t in morse code
your label got doe? you can get a song from me
fill up the limo with cash, i’m talkin’ long money
after i spit, the mic get’s replaced
they don’t know whether to call it a sound booth or a fire place
and i’m a funny f-ck that’ll put twenty slugs
up inside your honey love so she can get her tummy tucked
celph t-tled
the villain of rap
we use a twelve gauge they can’t trace a shotgun blast

[chorus: celph t-tled]
n-gg-s is illin’
we the real villains
what more can you say, we’re shots peelin’
that’s what you get (boom)
you got it? good
and i hope you understood

[verse 2: guttamouf]
what the f-ck?
you thought i wasn’t raw?
when gutta talk, vibrations crack the asphalt
pull out the gat and watch the crowd disperse
the worst
i’m plantin’ c-4 on your he-rs-
comin’ suicide and kill you again in hades
make a backwards save, come back and kill all your babies
you really wanna f-ck with that?
put this chainsaw on you
finish splittin’ that -ss crack
n-gg-
i think you better leave it alone
you better listen to jahiem in case you don’t make it home
(motherf-cker)
i hope you made love to your wife
i’ll get sh-t on my d-ck, then blood on my knife
escape conviction, f-ck goin’ to prison
break in your house and fill your wife’s mouth with j-zzm
i had an unholy baptism
now i need a young and an old priest to perform the exorcism
i feed off these negative things
i take fake thug mcs and make them n-gg-s sing
so i’ll play nas and you play hova
i hope you “got yourself a gun” before you try to “takeover”

[chorus: celph t-tled]
n-gg-s is illin’
we the real villains
what more can you say, we’re shots peelin’
that’s what you get (boom)
you got it? good
and i hope you understood

[verse 3: lord digga]
this ain’t my universe, see i ain’t from here
i’m just makin’ a sp-ce for all my apes to come here
we’re the most feared, that sample that can’t get cleared
stay droppin’ science, yours is weird
seize your vessel like blackbird
i’m takin’ your ship
i’m the coast god
i spotted you from the coast guard
the ghetto picard
not playin’ with a full deck of cards
your freestyle don’t work, you’re scared
we inhibit you d-cks, from actin’ hard
never flame bets on the odds
b-tternuts and wads
the intrepid, n-gg-s can’t dodge
the lyrical pig, i spit lard
i’m like a blood and a crip
impossible to f-ck with
stick you for your budget
men-aged with your mom and chick, they loved it
they told me my bone was thuggish
if you ain’t garbage you rubbish
i hit the road with heat, stash the luggage
your bullsh-t lyrics, i ain’t tryin’ to love it
you’re on some fake thug sh-t, y’all ain’t rugged
i’m
killin’ your style, no remains recovered

[chorus: celph t-tled]
n-gg-s is illin’
we the real villains
what more can you say, we’re shots peelin’
that’s what you get (boom)
you got it? good
and i hope you understood

[verse 4: majik most]
you wanna get large? get charred with your face scared
lookin’ like a cartoon can of discharge
you’ll be bon voyage, better pray to your god
when i travel over your body in a pope mobile
majik makes you wanna tote that steel
you’re so f-ckin’ scared i’m like, “what’s the deal?! ”
i’ll shoot your hat off, like saloons in the west
b-tch, i’m the captain, harpoon in your chest
you fishin’ for beef?
get your tackle box
sell more records in europe, than david h-sselhoff
roastin’ your britney spears t-ssels off
i’ll knock a jewish man’s noggin’ off and yell “mazel tov! ”
your skin will peel off while i’m eatin’ rice pilaf
p-ssin’ me off? oh my god you’re soft!
and i’m flippin’ more than tipper gore when i’m gettin’ raw
rip my shirt off, skeleton swellin’ your wh-r-

[chorus: celph t-tled]
n-gg-s is illin’
we the real villains
what more can you say, we’re shots peelin’
that’s what you get (boom)
you got it? good
and i hope you understood

- celph titled

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