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letra de mad ammo - celph titled & buckwild

[intro]
buckwild for self or with the crew
’cause he can maybe bust you for self or with a crew

[hook: celph t-tled]
(uh-uh-oh) these rappers better watch out
’cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
(uh-uh-oh) and y’ain’t know what this about
we got a hundred rounds, b-tch we ain’t come to talk it out
(uh-uh-oh) yeah we party hard like mardi gras
and body y’all without a m-th-f-ckin’ bodyguard
(uh-uh-oh) everybody face gettin’ scarred
play with god, you gon’ come face to face with a shark

[verse 1: ft]
haters be tryin’ to keep f a secret
eat d-ck, i’m not the one to beef with
peep this, dog, you gon’ rest in pieces
for actin’ like sylvester, garfield, heathcliff
p-ssy mcs i run through yo’ sh-t
like a untrained blue-nosed pit who won’t quit
foamin’ at the mouth ’cause the b-tch is sick
i’m screamin’ six words: f-ck you and suck my d-ck!
you will get served steppin’ to me
i guarantee you gon’ see somethin’ you probably’d never would see
on top is where i’m destined to be
stop yappin’, i make you quit rappin’ indefinitely
and i make hits effortlessly, mr. f-to-the-t
is gettin’ money, smokin’ medicine leaves
to be honest it’s a deadly disease
i’m way ahead of my league
layin’ verses for incredible fees
i got a incredible flow, compet-tors know
not to ask for a chance, i’m not lettin’ it go
give me money, cash and -ss instead of the blow
you gon’ make me spaz and smash yo’ head in the do’, fool

[verse 2: celph t-tled]
double barrel from my vocal booth, i shoot with both lungs
find me in beirut with blow guns, i’m babe ruth with home runs
you’re a crackhead with base hits
preachin’ to the choir like mase did
they put a price on my head, i asked ’em how much it was
told ’em find the guy who put the hit, and i’ll double it up
no you can’t run circles around us
triangular force, buck, one round each
bring war like a rudeboy shotta, steel alloy binoculars
peepin’ ya movements, (why’s he abusive?)
’cause it’s easy to do it
have ya jaw wired, now a straw’s required to eat some soup sh-t
b-tches get souped quick, wanna know how the meat taste
on a man focused on his briefcase
häagen-dazs cheesecake at fancy restaurants
even my chicken breast got a bulletproof vest on

[verse 3: r.a. the rugged man]
mic check one to the two-a, baby i’m a do ya
and act like i never knew ya, i’m a dirtbag loser, use ya, abuse ya
you better pray i don’t choose ya, i’ll bl–dy you and bruise ya
take you off the streets and recruit ya, you money makin’, it’s ya money i’m takin’
takin’ ya cake and cookin’ ya crack and get it shakin’ and bakin’
you basically basin’ since 80’s and ronald reagan
wigga-wack, jaw crack, sugar pop, dig ’em smack
see me rip a track, young hoes sippin’ similac
bring it back, i’m shovin’ pipes up the -sses of dyk-s
f-ck women’s rights, i got more p-ssy on me than hermaphrodites
you hear what i’m doin’? then say no more
i can smash you with punchlines from ’94
swing, chop, bl–dy axe, i’m sendin’ bodies to their graves
i’m the proof to the theory that white men come from caves
opposite of pacifist, if you catholic i’m like a nun with a ruler
slappin’ ya wrist, i’m hazardous when i’m packing the cannon
i’m back in this b-tch, rugged man, is he man or a myth?
is he baggin’ ya chick, is he punchin’ or is his stamina sick?
buck he always stayed street, i was down with buck in the early 90’s
when he was puttin’ sleigh bells in every beat
i’m like do that, ya hookers for cover because i’m like more than high-strung
i get slightly dumb, how many styles have i begun? come on!

- celph titled buckwild

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