Letras
What I write in a verse is like magic tricks
Copperfield grab your chick, cop a feel
Cock 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 button haters ask
"Is he bluffing or is he bugging?"
I don't know but I don't fuck
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
'Cause when I rap, contenders get killed
After all my words
I'm tired of all you rapping nerds
Trying to critique my shit
Like I ain't the motherfucking master
Of the baddest verbs
Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance
Will travel back in time
Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying
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 butterscotch and shuttlecocks
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 fucked 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 fucking puppy
Lovin' country clubs