Warlords

[Celph Titled]

Yeah, Celph Titled

The motherfucking doctor of destruction

Back with the Eso-Ptero-Smack-Y'all

It does what it does cos we do what we do, let's go

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

Finesser, keep a TEC-9 in my dresser

Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure

Mind like a thousand computers, you better re-route your maneuvers

Cause my soldier recruiters murder producers

Who'll blast holes through your promo-poster

With black bazookas

We not playin' dice, but we some certified crap shooters

Rap barracudas, killa better pass the Buddha

We put a stop to your weight watching - yet you're still a fat loser

It's disappointing, but I got bigger fish to fry

Super-size a Great White - that's the type of fish I fry

You didn't listen guy? I done told you

Got you stuck off the realness and that's what dunn told you

(Can you stop rhyming the same phrases?)

No - My brain's been misplaced in a vacant space basement that the cavemen made

I drank some razor blades right before I ate grenades