Celph Titled - Hardcore Data lyrics

[Sample-Triggered Hook] "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "To mash muthaf**as like potatoes" [Talking Hook Adlibs] Yeah, Celph muthaf**in' Titled The God damn 'Hardcore Data' Muthaf**a... [Verse One] The microphone mutilator, I'll bruise ya crews and neighbors Do you dudes a favor, show you how to use a razor (Are you a buddha blazer?) Yes I get zooted major And all you stupid haters, hit you with computer lasers I got the smoothest flava, makin' moves, movin' makers Off the roof, who's to save ya? (Who's the savior?) Celph Titled the Rubix Ranger (playa), scoopin' paper, when I'm doin' capers And what's inside this bazooka case'll shoot a crater In ya screwface and dufus gayfers My ruthless anger got animal in the zoo behavior The Uz'll spray ya, lose ya body in a lake or Tombs and chambers where you'll consume fumes and vapors (Huh-Hah) we mash f**s like soup 'n potatoes It's true we'll do fools in, bury them with the rutabagas Sooner or later, fine-tuned parachutin' invaders'll Tear thru ya Winnebaga, wearin' suits and aimin' aero-fusion phasers Ain't talkin' mules and acres I'm filmin' movies in Bermuda on a cruise to Jamaica I'm a front tooth eraser, you's a booty shaker And you'll be found in a pool with baracudas and gators [Sample-Triggered Hook] "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "To mash muthaf**as like potatoes" [Talking Hook Adlibs] Yeah, you know what the f** it is Still on top, man It's the muthaf**in' Grand Daddy Grenade Man Y'all know me, man f** y'all! Check it, yeah [Verse Two] I'm too real, ill, still will k** No frills, no gold grills, hold still, hooker-ho, chill I know you smoke krills, you shouldn't go 'til I throw you out the mobile (in Mobile) Alabama in a pile of ants in pajamas Surrounded by a thousand salamanders I'mma bust a round of cannons off, camoflauged as a Satanic Santa Claus Ain't another man that's raw, you should turn your cameras on Cause I'm bringin' the blammmer sauce, the blicker oil The trigger boilin' hot from firin' shots, I'll spit it for you I promise you that, ask momma who's back The muthaf**in' Montezuma of rap hollerin' BRRAATT! And that's the way it goes down, you fraudulent foe clown I'mma put ya skull in the dryer and watch it go 'round ("Oh my God!") I'm salutin' one for y'all No more shootin' guns at all, I'm boostin' the sun from God [Sample-Triggered Hook] "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "To mash muthaf**as like potatoes" [Talking Hook Adlibs] b**h a** muthaf**as You thought I was gonna stop doin' this or fall off? Yo, y'all get back, man Everybody get back, man Hold up man, this is Celph muthaf**in'... [Verse Three] So when I walk in the club with black jeans and a white tee You're on a walky-talky callin' security: "Hurry please!" It's Celph and he came strapped, bringin' so much pain that You can't get enough (Novacaine packs) So insane in fact, I was held captive By unattractive cave women overdosed on Proactiv ("Yo this that sh**!") from the dynamite stick expert With bottle rockets, I flirt with hotter objects of s** And they flex in my bedroom Legs spread thick, redhead b**h, BOOM, with no freckles She was actually half black / Icelandic I might land in Spanish, Italian, French Or whatever the f** airport they got At my mansion the size of a Marriot, yes my rhymes are very hot Wear a vest cause when my CDs are pressed They fly like Japanese ninja stars and they'll injure y'all [Sample-Triggered Hook] "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "With the hardcore data, with the hardcore data" "The microphone mutilator, with the hardcore data" "To mash muthaf**as like potatoes" [Scratch Outro] "I dare the little punk to try to diss me" [Talking Outro] [Lord Digga:] I told y'all muthaf**as That's hardcore, b**h n***as Y'all not hardcore, muthaf**as We Buckwildin', yo Buck You know you hardcore, n***a Hardcore tracks Bringin' sh** back, f** that, yo