Celph Titled - Deceitful Industry lyrics

[Verse 1 - Celph Titled] I´ve seen your kind before, thinking they're a hard act But they're not soldiers, they're construction workers wearing hard hats Commander in chief, so I chief, where's my cigar at? Try to Xerox copy me and I'm letting the carbon clap Plus your bars is wack and you ain't the sharpest cat Instant-blow encryption code so it's no disarming that It'll blow up in your faces, like faulty fireworks cases Unleash the murderers and rapists, so evil they murdering Satan (They is!) Then you'll get socked around Like chess players competing in professional soccer rounds (Celph, how'd you get so nice, man?) Thank you for asking My regimen is syzzurp mixed with battery acid So when I'm rapping at you, you'll get ulcers and comas Tornadoes, explosions, blowin' you over to Tulsa, Oklahoma Force foes into foreclosure, you're sweeter than orange soda Creep right past you in your crib before the door closes [Hook] [Verse 2 - Sicknature] I´ve seen your kind before, suited creeps on an ego mode Hard to look through, elusive thiefs in cohiba smoke Using a cheap speech with a deceitful code Making sure there´s no way back like using ouijas that the reaper broke Artists get adjusted and toned, evoking the dissonance No longer pulling strings, instead they roll with the blow instrument Sound like they´re gettting f**ed with a cobra, chocking on co*ks While they fill up the tub, ready to dump in the toaster Only stripes they earned was a bar code, never able to grow They´re stuck in your facade kitchen preparing your hoax I bring the hard sh**, too raw for the ma**es While they just wait for magic sh** to happen Like they´re having unicorn horns in their a**es Cause you dont give a f** about their plans or resumés You just need their balls in your hands to meditate I´ll never feed your machine, me sign with a big major? ... f** you! -- signed Sicknature!