Celph Titled - Real Villains lyrics

[Verse One] [Celph Titled] Yo, I got you askin' who the f** would want beef with a strong fleet? Hungry to palm heat? Cause this year we gon' eat And ain't no motherf**er stoppin' the kingdom Shut the church down Every bell broke cause we ringed 'em Singin' hymns in hell, at the top of my lungs f** a Rock Band, I can play the drums with my guns Ain't it A b**h when the streets is the wildest sport Sell crack and come up short on child support Take heed, lay low and strap on a vest Run a credit check, I could k** a rapper for less And you saw my rap quote that the Source won't It's so ill that a who*e's throat spittin' sh** in Morse Code Your label got doe? You can get a song from me Fill up the limo with cash, I'm talkin' long money After I spit, the mic get's replaced They don't know whether to call it a sound booth or a fire place And I'm a funny f** that'll put twenty slugs Up inside your honey love so she can get her tummy tucked Celph Titled The villain of rap We use a twelve gauge they can't trace a shotgun blast [Chorus] [Celph Titled] n***as is illin' We the real villains What more can you say, we're shots peelin' That's what you get (BOOM) You got it? Good And I hope you understood [Verse Two] [Guttamouf] What the f**? You thought I wasn't raw? When Gutta talk, vibrations crack the asphalt Pull out the gat and watch the crowd disperse The worst I'm plantin' C-4 on your hearse Comin' suicide and k** you again in Hades Make a pact with satan, come back and k** ALL your babies You really wanna f** with that? Put this chainsaw on you Finish splittin' that a** crack n***a I think you better leave it alone You better listen to Jahiem in case you don't make it home (Motherf**er) I hope you made love to your wife I'll get sh** on my dick, then blood on my knife Escape conviction, f** goin' to prison Break in your house and fill your wife's mouth with jizzm I had an unholy baptism Now I need a young and an old priest to perform the Exorcism I feed off these negative things I take fake thug MCs and make them n***as sing So I'll play Nas and you play Hova I hope you +Got Yourself A Gun+ before you try to +Takeover+ [Chorus] [Celph Titled] n***as is illin' We the real villains What more can you say, we're shots peelin' That's what you get (BOOM) You got it? Good And I hope you understood [Verse Three] [Lord Digga] This ain't my universe, see I ain't from here I'm just makin' a space for all my apes to come here We're the most feared, that sample that can't get cleared Stay droppin' science, yours is weird Seize your vessel like Blackbird I'm takin' your ship I'm the coast God I spotted you from the coast guard The get away car Not playin' with a full deck of cards Your freestyle don't work, you're scared We inhibit you dicks, from actin' hard Never place bets on the odds Bust nuts and wads The Intrepid, n***as can't Dodge The lyrical pig, I spit lard I'm like a Blood and a Crip Impossible to f** with Stick you for your budget Men-aged with your mom and chick, they loved it They told me my Bone was Thuggish If you ain't garbage you rubbish I hit the road with heat, stash the luggage Your bullsh** lyrics, I ain't tryin' to love it You're on some fake thug sh**, y'all ain't rugged I'm k**in' your style, no remains recovered [Chorus] [Celph Titled] n***as is illin' We the real villains What more can you say, we're shots peelin' That's what you get (BOOM) You got it? Good And I hope you understood [Verse Four] [Majik Most] You wanna Get Large? Get charred with your face scared Lookin' like a cartoon can of discharge You'll be bon voyage, better pray to your god When I travel over your body in a Pope Mobile Majik makes you wanna tote that steel You're so f**in' scared I'm like, "What's the deal?!" I'll shoot your hat off, like saloons in the west b**h, I'm the captain, harpoon in your chest You fishin' for beef? Get your tackle box Sell more records in Europe, than David Ha**elhoff Roastin' your Britney Spears ta**els off I'll knock a Jewish man's noggin' off and yell "Mazel Tov!" Your skin will peel off while I'm eatin' rice pilaf Pissin' me off? Oh my God you're soft! And I'm flippin' more than Tipper Gore when I'm gettin' raw Rip my shirt off, Skeleton swellin' your who*e [Chorus] [Celph Titled] n***as is illin' We the real villains What more can you say, we're shots peelin' That's what you get (BOOM) You got it? Good And I hope you understood