Celph Titled - The King's Curse lyrics

[Intro] Hey this f**in' guy I tell this f**in' guy You got a f**in' problem with me you got a f**in' problem with my whole f**in' fam, I'll smack the f**in' taste out of your mouth [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah Listen, Hell is hot and Satan there Motherf**ers looking for your body like Malaysia Air Halal dishes ain't no muh'f**in' bacon here I been sonnin' muh'f**as since they had prenatal care I called a lot of you rappers but don't answer The coke put a hole in your throat like throat cancer If you ain't trying to get hurt, then don't tamper How you gonna shoot the gift with no Santa (Ho ho ho b**h) How you gonna talk sh** when you ain't real at all I ain't have to smack your man up but he was still involved Chainsaw, line em up, I will k** em all Fill em all with a bunch of hollow tips, still halal [Verse 2: Celph Titled] A pop chart to me (is what?) Is just a graph to show how many times I blast to keep track of my armory (for real) Tread these waters face a barricade of barracudas (grr) Do I have to paraphrase for you lame excuses? I just aim and shoot it Cause the game's polluted And you can die for just listening This is dangerous music (yesss) How you figure that? Thinking you can phase a brother (no) Do your Swiss army knife have a laser cutter? (no) Or a surgeon scalpel Lethal injection syringe and nine other types of blades that will disembowel So when you see me dippin' bullets in Anthrax I'm making sure these things k** when I'm pullin' the hammer back [Hook: Planetary] {x2} As we march to the gates, salute the OGs As we walk in the place, drop to your knees Bow down to the kings, Pharaohs taking over It's an every day thing, calling all soldiers [Verse 3: Apathy] Ever since Kane came with the shaved eyebrows My styles increased exponentially, this rap sh**'s my house Them rappers talking bout me better be Audi five thous' Cause my pals slice up and light up s**ers like White Owls A white out, equivalent to blizzards on Hoth If you ain't slept in a Tauntaun you b**hes is soft I be getting who*es off who resemble Lara Croft Eat the flesh off the bodies, save the bones for the broth Leave you frozen in frost, all your toes will fall off I'm the Chosen; the boss who stay exposin' the frauds Hard as Wolverine's bones Ap's loadin' the claws Your bones buried in the backyard by Logan the dog [Verse 4: Esoteric] It's time for you to move on Yo f** your Instagram and f** your new song Buy a Ghost Writer get a Groupon And sell the bars to corny rappers who can put your group on I'm here with Jedi Mind, I'm on the same sh** that Luke on That sh** you servin' up? That's the sh** I puke on I grind in a lab, you quit Cause Jimmy Fallon and the Roots on Yo 7L, keep the loop on Shoot through your trachea like Napier at UConn Leave your crew gone Got your b**h sayin' that I'm too strong on a futon She Stark naked like Tony without the suit on Like Akinyele is the bomb but it's neutron Leave your sweats Burgundy man, so you the new Ron [Hook]