[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
Call a military transport, 'cause you gon' need protection from the man that cut your lifespan short
Pipe bomb with a short fuse, you're right I extort crews
Your eye an inch away - from the tip of this corkscrew (take that)
I'mma boss who's - also an enforcer
Fire torch ya to ashes, dump your urn in the toilet (yes!)
Of course I'll double-clutch the burners, for sure I buck 'em fast
I might spill your ketchup or suffocate you with mustard gas
I'm a G, yeah bitch I is
A shark when you feel me 'neath fisheye lens
Scare your bitch-ass like the ghost of Christmas Past
Pull a home invasion with a Homer Simpson mask
Yeah
[Verse 2: Planetary]
Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern-day Meyer Lansky
Lighters by the pantry, the arson getting antsy
Fancy forms of filet for the family
Feast or famine, my flask full of Jack D
And me, pull the act behind the acme
The Stan Lee of syllables, the Army stampede
Ditch the whip, I'm camouflaged in a taxi
Actually the uncanny bastard got bad dreams
I can't see what the future 'bout to grant me
You say it's so simple, I ask why can't it be?
Call a military transport, 'cause you gon' need protection from the man that cut your lifespan short
Pipe bomb with a short fuse, you're right I extort crews
Your eye an inch away - from the tip of this corkscrew (take that)
I'mma boss who's - also an enforcer
Fire torch ya to ashes, dump your urn in the toilet (yes!)
Of course I'll double-clutch the burners, for sure I buck 'em fast
I might spill your ketchup or suffocate you with mustard gas
I'm a G, yeah bitch I is
A shark when you feel me 'neath fisheye lens
Scare your bitch-ass like the ghost of Christmas Past
Pull a home invasion with a Homer Simpson mask
Yeah
[Verse 2: Planetary]
Too many niggas wanna be us but can't be
Blue fitted, blue J's, Jim Clancy
Plan's skeet, a modern-day Meyer Lansky
Lighters by the pantry, the arson getting antsy
Fancy forms of filet for the family
Feast or famine, my flask full of Jack D
And me, pull the act behind the acme
The Stan Lee of syllables, the Army stampede
Ditch the whip, I'm camouflaged in a taxi
Actually the uncanny bastard got bad dreams
I can't see what the future 'bout to grant me
You say it's so simple, I ask why can't it be?
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