Celph Titled

The mother fucking Corpse Creator

My man Grand Noble

That man will fold you

Fuck-boys better recognize

We Godzilla’s in the skies

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

My rifle need a kickstand

Putting heads to bed like tryptophan

I’m 6’1 with a short attention span

Silent treatment, muzzle on the nozzle

Couldn’t bench press a broomstick

With bodybuilders spotting you (you know)

I’m not hating, some of you up in one statement

Said you were sunbathing

But you watching the man next door sunbathing (I knew it)

Sick in the head, taking dope between two pieces of bread

And nailed a shit-witch to that Taylor Swift bitch (yeah)

On my dick like you’re endorsing my balls

While your album sit on the shelf like porcelain dolls

You gon’ feel all permanent damage from a caning round

Beat you with a skillet now, she really be panning out

Celph Titled is a real Godzilla

Trust me, I’m gaining weight, spoiling my dinner

With the mother fucking gat outward, coward

I’m at the corner store dressed like Donald from Fat Albert

[Chorus]

We got it popping so they want to hate, right?

Cause we Godzilla and the shit we make’s tight

Locked and loaded, strapped up when we take flight

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[Verse 2: Grand Noble]

These phoney cats won’t even know what to do when I drop

The forty cal aimed at your crew and it’s hot

Claim that they know me, kick your razors, not coming

Like a wave in your homies, like chicken flavoured top ramen

I’m spitting voodoo like Shaman, wall paintings like caveman

I write on any surface, dropping letters like hangman

Your wife might be servicing my house unannounced

But it’s cool cause I lit her pilot light before I bounce

You can’t stop me I’m rigid like the rockies

Raps cocky, never choppy never sloppy

But we’re better than you cause for you it’s just a hobby

So if you see dude just pretend you didn’t spot me

I embody lyrical karate, lots of carbon copies

More delicate that California poppies

But I’m stronger in a month in any way that I speak

Whereas you, not longer than 7 days in a week

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Grand Noble]

You really not that dope homie, I wouldn’t lie to you

Go roll in some coke man, get tossed in some lighter fluid

Recycle them bars and go practice your recital

Cause this ain’t American Idol, it’s Grand Noble and Celph Titled

I’m right or rhyming trying to write you a new bible

Cause I’m homocidal, fight anyone who’s feeling entitled

The skyscrapers in the game tossing lames of the balcony

How can he manage all the same

I never change, never will, never would, never bashful

All the cats been over me as the neighbourhood asshole

Give me a stick and I’ll pry the krout like cattle

Till I can touch the sky like the Tower of Babel

Get your adam’s apple, fuck you up any way

You think you gave me years of battle

I’d eat you up in a day

We reap the benefits of hard work and hustling

Megabits of work [?] prefer to stop struggling

[Chorus]