[Scratch Hook: Sample (Celph Titled)]
Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame
Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame
Right out the frame, right out the frame
Right out the frame (Yea, yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I'm an accident just waitin' to happen, plus I'm an insane
Motherfucker with a hunger pain to be the first blastin'
And my gun's a Gatlin', forcin' crews to break up
And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs
I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin' you cats
To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap
Lookin' awkward at ya rear view, see my scope, peer though
And hope ya still here to, see your career through
Shoulda seen them bullets racin' in, now homicide
Don't know where the shell casings went, even the finest
Forensic scientists can't fuck with me, gettin' super ugly
With a Ruger right in front of me aimin' it at ya mothers tummy
You claim ya carryin' heat, please... go and finance our hooptie
And you'll find that that's the only time you re-lease
'Cause you ain't never busted gats, bitch you bout as ill as a cure
Get my finger near a trigger, I'mma spill it for sure
Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not
Respectin' Celph Titled, Is you stupid or not?
I came through whylin' on a murder all mission
And left you fuckin' dead like a perverted mortician
Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame
Hit ya (uh), switched ya (uh), right out the frame
Right out the frame, right out the frame
Right out the frame (Yea, yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I'm an accident just waitin' to happen, plus I'm an insane
Motherfucker with a hunger pain to be the first blastin'
And my gun's a Gatlin', forcin' crews to break up
And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs
I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin' you cats
To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap
Lookin' awkward at ya rear view, see my scope, peer though
And hope ya still here to, see your career through
Shoulda seen them bullets racin' in, now homicide
Don't know where the shell casings went, even the finest
Forensic scientists can't fuck with me, gettin' super ugly
With a Ruger right in front of me aimin' it at ya mothers tummy
You claim ya carryin' heat, please... go and finance our hooptie
And you'll find that that's the only time you re-lease
'Cause you ain't never busted gats, bitch you bout as ill as a cure
Get my finger near a trigger, I'mma spill it for sure
Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not
Respectin' Celph Titled, Is you stupid or not?
I came through whylin' on a murder all mission
And left you fuckin' dead like a perverted mortician
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