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letra de hotline to hell - celph titled

[intro: sample]
“now watch it carefully gentlemen, the first stage is almost due.”

[verse 1: celph titled]
hit-man for hire, with sick man’s desire
to conspire to make your lifespan expire (grr!)
i’m g, i thorough, i’ma keep it one hundred (yeah!)
kitchen in the back, but up front, i front onions (godd-mn!)
fly to dubai, you could get a few fries
you can starve my script, but in the end you’ll die (yeah!)
the metal is heavy, the bezzle is chunky (aw!)
give me access to the funds, i’ll embezzle the money (yes!)
and i don’t have (no seeeds), so i keep all of my (proceeeds)
so b-tch get on both knees (b-tch!)
hooked the f-ckin’ c.o. to the electric chair
pull the lever arm in and then i pressed some charges (haha!)
threw the body in a trashcan (yeah!)
and lit the motherf-ckin’ bandana comin’ out the gas can (aah!)
end of story, that’s how the chapter close out
crack the window just enough to stick the mac nose out (bang!)

[sample]
“now gentlemen, for the second part of our demonstration
it doubles in size and increases in temperature correspondingly”

“you mean… it’s an explosive?!”

“with an expanding power capable of tilting anything
eventually capable of blowing the earth to pieces.”

[verse 2: celph titled]
act stupid, punch ya dufus in the mouth
go hand-to-hand combat and we can shoot it out
computer mouse logitech sh-t
glock in each hand, hit you with a right and left cl!ck (bah!)
dead body wrapped in shower curtains with the little fishes on ’em
bottom of the lake, grandpa gon’ be fishin’ on ’em (haha!)
’cause the mac murk y’all when i put the clip in it (yeah!)
or peg you with a nerf ball with a brick in it (aah!)
soft rappers try to spit on harder beats
but the track energy got ’em pumped up like barber seats
need help with your cadence? (word!) i’ll give you a blood flow
convert a mug to pug nose, when i punch hoes
tie you up inside a slaughterhouse (aw!)
beat you ’til you have a crooked eye, open your skull let’s have a look inside
wild in the streets, but i’m calm when i’m on h-ll’s throne
i call h-ll home, call my cellphone it calls h-ll’s home

[outro; sample]
“1-666-666-6666
k, now i’m going to call it… and put it on speaker.”

[distorted devilish vocals]
“h-llo? who is this?
h-llo? stop playing on my f-cking phone!”

- celph titled

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