[Intro: Celph Titled]

Yo! They say what's good for the goose is good for the gander! Sea Devil Part 2! The sequel you never knew you needed! But punishment is necessary! Celph Titled aka Ed McManslaughter! Apathetic! Long Live Honkey Kong! Unscathed send you to Hell to sunbathe! Back with the artillery! Locked and loaded, motherfuckers! Let's get to it!

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

You claim your whole crew is killers? I really doubt y'all

I'm the doctor of destruction, make a motherfuckin' house call (You know that!)

With chemical weaponry burnin' toxic hot fumes

Run up on you in an inflatable T-Rex costume (Haha!)

Wait for Celph to fall off, you gon' die waitin'

I put on my apron, cook shit hot enough to fry Satan (Woah!)

Pass me a llama, I'll finger fuck it

Shoot your hand off, make a finger puppet, make you relinquish your budget

So hungry I keep the toast by my stomach

Slugs the size of a nugget, ho, you like it, I love it

Call the pigs for protection, they can't save you from this godly man (Nah!)

You'll get body slammed live on a cop's body cam

Blow my nose with the dough you use for your car note

Carnivorous asshole, pull out mackerel from a shark's throat

Takin' your publishin', bank account forced out

Don't know whether to ship your albums or ship your corpse out (What?)

[Verse 2: Apathy]

Nobody want it, leave your whole block haunted

If it's beef then I'm on it, watch your boy turn bionic

Supersonic speed of a rocket fightin' demonic

Motherfuckers who frontin' like they might get microscopic

I got a lot on my brain like heavy octane

They should just lock me away, homie, I'm not sane

I'm pickin' people off like Biz picked boogers

I got bazookas and whole squads of sharpshooters

I make that sharp cheddar armed with Berettas

Arm, leg to the arm, head to the Amun-Ra in the center

I leave your squad dismembered from the neckbone

Three in the mornin', snorin', while the TV play the test tone

I guess I'm best known for leavin' piles of bodies

I got a pile of shotties in a shed of violent Rotties

I'm Rod Serling with the cigarette, disconnect

Sucker rappers who never had a battle off the Internet

[Verse 3: Unscathed]

Yeah, it's still a hopeless life you livin'

Unscathed, Celph, and Ap, you know the mic is rippin'

Got a brief demo that won't hype the listens (Nope!)

Doin' a weekend show but both nights are crickets

Not a mighty difference, d-d-dumbing them down

Your bullshit fuckin' balls, this sucker a clown

And the bullets comin' large, it's a stunnin' amount

And you only come to starve 'cause my head's stuck with a crown

Stop fuckin' around, we all know you're bad

Everytime that I'm rappin' the Pro Tools lags

The dopest verse with The Pharaohs like a Snowgoons track

Goin' to work, you scared, bro? Come on, you won't do that

I sent my track to DJs, do you think they maybe heard it?

Please, you never rap, you're a lazy person

Don't be mental and call all of your friends

'Cause the sea devil's comin' out the water again

You little punk!