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letra de dead up - celph titled

[intro: celph titled]
uh, celph godd-mned titled!
dead up motherf-ckers!
i’m known as the swiss cheese ar-tist!
your torso make a good canvas to put red holes in!
and i’ll make a grilled cheese if i want to, b-tch!
let’s go! yo!

[verse 1: celph titled]
it’s murder death k!ll, kickin’ the same old sh-t
we do it my way, kidnap and flame broil your b-tch
i live in the dark, so much that i hide out from the moonlight
with my team, you not just losin’ fights, you losin’ lives, so… (grr!)
run from the gauges, when you see these pumps
i’m on some backwards sh-t b-tch, never see me front (no!)
went through the block and i hope that they wish you good luck
we ripped the holy grail to shreds and made some motherf-ckin’ woodchucks
your hood’s what? better tone that voice down!
’cause we gon’ come to your kid’s room and melt them toys down (yeah!)
real evil mean b-st-rds that peel lethal machine action
rip through your ribs, explodin’ pieces of spleen fragments (uh!)
leave you gaspin’, face turnt purple (look at him!)
you’s a fake player, can’t pass the first hurdle (nope!)
f-ck a prostitute raw, you get the worm fertile
i can’t wait to hear the b-tch say that she burn urkel (f-cker!)

[sampled chorus]
i’m about to tear sh-t up! just shut up!
f-ckin’ with the psycho crew, die!
well get wetter, ’cause i’m better
i’m catchin’ bodies and the next one could be you!

’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you!
spit in your face and slap the sh-t out you!
that’s how i like to do work!
[?] on my t-shirts!

[verse 2: celph titled]
you jelly-mouthed motherf-ckers ’bout to get sandwiched
true school rappers, y’all boys is dead men on campus
i stay drunk all the time, guarantee my liver’s flammable
i grip handles, and pull triggers even watchin’ the disney channel (whoa!)
we knew you f-ggots wouldn’t just come out the closet
you comin’ out the wardrobe with pink panties that’s crotch-less (b-tch!)
celph titled puts bullet holes through your blood vessels
place you on sale and slap you with a toe-tag special (d-mn!)
know that, i’m a rap rebel, that bust gat metal
cook raw with a black kettle and let all the crack settle (yeah!)
go get your little guns, we got a rocket launcher
that’s responsible for the disappearance of your label roster (where they at?)
science confused by the state of my alchemy
drag you up the staircase, toss you off the balcony (later bruh!)
shoot you, we’ll shoot your f-ckin’ b-tch also
throw that fake weave off, expose that bald head pr-nto

[sampled outro]
i’m about to tear sh-t up! just shut up!
f-ckin’ with the psycho crew, die!
well get wetter, ’cause i’m better
i’m catchin’ bodies and the next one could be you!

’cause i don’t give a f-ck about you!
spit in your face and slap the sh-t out you!
so i could take 1, 2, 3, 4 and leave your whole face swoll’, ho!

- celph titled

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