Planetary - Godzilla lyrics

[Verse 1: Celph Titled] What I write in a verse is like magic tricks, Copperfield Grab your chick, cop a feel co*k the Glock for real, give you some cop appeal Dynamite vest, na I ain't stressing nothing With a smiley face sticker on my detonator bu*ton Haters ask, "Is he bluffing or is he bugging?" I don't know but I don't f** with weed with the seed stuffing What I blaze gets me oh so higher Burn more white widow smoke than an old folks home on fire I make change *cha ching* I can hang a playground from a charm you should see the way my chain swings You got the balls to diss? Won't have 'em afterwards Cuz when I rap, contenders get k**ed, after all my words I'm tired of all you rapping nerds trying to critique my sh** Like I ain't the mother f**ing master of the baddest verbs Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance will travel back in time Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying! [Verse 2: Jus Allah] I am Rob Zombie, I am the Omni of dishonesty I'm a prodigy, an atrocity Not a lot of promise in me Positively not a drop of modesty My philosophy is the policy I believe in nothing Try teaching a beast peace and loving Juggling, my beliefs need readjusting My life was sticks and rocks Kick, punch, block It was not a box of bu*terscotch and shuttleco*ks I have filled a pot of mud, spilled a lot of blood Watch the drops drip and flood, hit the top stud I have crashed a lot of waves, dug a lot of graves Drunk a lot of grapes, I have f**ed a lot of babes I'm do not disturb, I have punched a lot of nerds Struck a lot of curbs, I have cut a lot of curves You are none of the above, push come to shove You're all mother f**ing puppy lovin' country clubs! [Verse 3: Apathy] Y'all motherf**ers ain't running sh**, y'all simply runaways I walk the surface of the sun while you're rocking stunner shades I'm in Hell shoving flames while you're sweating summer days I'm the son of Satan, son of Sam, sicker some'll say Got a flow so cold that I could blow the sun away Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay You could get blasted, body in a funeral casket And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid Slay the fascists, Pharaoh fans pray for cla**ics Come through in Raiders jackets to make this magic I'm a holy man, Voodoo priest, rebel that'll shoot police You wake up from this nightmare and change your little doodoo sheets Skeleton crusher creature from the cryo-chamber The naughty, nasty, trashy microphone annihilator It's AP apparently you motherf**ers missed me Some dude tried to diss me, now that kid's history! [Verse 4: Planetary] Now you see the misery, I heard it needs company Who the f** else want to bleed in their Dungarees? Planetary man, the evil rap Desert Eagle Clap all your people get ready for the sequel Needle set to vinyl, now it's time for your final thought What's your last wish? You's a minor fine in court Twenty five to life, rap electric chair Spit a sicker syllable, n***a slash like the slayers hit you Get the picture, this a Kodak moment Mo 'Yak flowin', p**y, bet your throwback on it I'mma break bread only if the bread ain't stale Take young n***as to school, I heard school like jail This is punishment government sh** that you f**ing with Esoteric, I told him in "Swords Drawn" and "Dump the Clip" Hear the "Battle Cry" piling up the dead solders Know to "Tear it Down", we get it down, the blood runs colder! [Verse 5: King Magnetic] After drive-by, hop out the wheel like caged hamsters Rage amped up, hammer time without the stage dancers I really doubt we're k**ing it the same I'm Magic before retirement, illest in the game Diligently aim at targets without the Pizza Hut express sh** Put 'em in a long box like bread sticks Then dip marinara or garlic, Marijuanacaholic Carry arms like your sidekick, shoulder hold to drop kick Your show's supposed to be mosh pits; it's only known for obnoxious Knowingly holding most of them hostage Know I'm close to the top ten, Coka Nostra and Rakim Roast the most of the Pac sh** Overdose for the profit Hold him over don't drop him, watch this Nonsense and don't slow up the process Hate on my project, lay you unconscious Screaming on the phone like you won a radio contest! [Verse 6: Vinnie Paz] The only f**ing thing I love is my long knife The .45 cal click pow, put you on ice Before the devil know you dead you should call Christ All I hear is barking out of y'all, a real dog bites If you wanna split the tribe you should call Fife I'm the real father of creation of God's life LeBron in the beginning of the game, yeah I toss white Calm at the beginning of the pain, Dalai Lam-like Then I put your f**ing brain in a strong vice Eat your liver over fava beans and some warm rice Y'all motherf**ers head cracked like I toss dice Vinnie taking all your money like a divorced wife!