Lord Digga - Real Villains lyrics

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Lord Digga - Real Villains lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 wrote? It's so ill that a who*e's throat spittin' sh** in Morse Code Your label got dough? You can get a song from me Fill up the limo with cash, I'm talkin' long money After I spit, the mic gets 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 [Hook: 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 2: 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 Jaheim 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+ [Hook: 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 3: 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 Black Beard I'm takin' your ship I'm the coast guard I spotted you from the coast, God The ghetto Picard Not playin' with a full deck of cards If your style don't work, you're scarred Prohibit you dicks, from actin' hard Never place bets on the odds Bust nuts at broads 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 Menaged 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 [Hook: 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 4: Majik Most] You wanna Get Large? Get charred with your face scarred Looking 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**ing 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 fishing for beef? Get your tackle box Sell more records in Europe, than David Ha**elhoff Roasting 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 eating rice pilaf Pissing me off? Oh my God you're soft! And I'm flipping more than Tipper Gore when I'm gettin' raw Rip my shirt off, Skeletor swellin' your who*e [Hook: 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