Paroles de Eraserheads
[Intro:]"Here it come, come."
"Here it come, come."
[Scratch Chorus:]
"Stay dope boy, on guard, real sharp
Write rhymes that's real hard" - Gemini The Gifted One
[Verse 1:]
[Celph Titled:]
The sound of my voice will make stab wounds
Father of the Universe leaving planets with half moons
I have assumed that those who choose to make rap music have no talent at music
So me and Vinnie came to grab your head and put a gat to it
[Vinnie Paz:]
I bring the.45 Glock and the.38
AR-15 send their body to the pearly gates
Me and Celph ain't making happy music, this is truly hate
Toby Hooper in this motherfucker cousin, saw his face
[Celph Titled:]
And when we're holding the Tec we'll put a hole in your neck
Equipping you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect
I ain't a flossy dude sipping 'Mo
But if I was I'd pop that cork off in your bitch's asshole (Let 'em know)
[Vinnie Paz:]
That's how that ho get treated, she get the smut treatment Your video had the best special effects I seen
Had you in the projects using computer blue screens (Know what I mean?)
[Vinnie Paz:]
You phony motherfuckers never held a ratchet ever
You was in the faggot bar with Kanye strapped in leather
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
[Verse 2:]
[Celph Titled:]
I never thought I'd get a bitch pregnant ever
Until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby Beretta
The more gravy the better, don't holler just yell
It's like the night before Christmas, I can't wait to see Hell
[Vinnie Paz:]
I can't wait to see Hell either
I'm a run up on the first motherfucker that I see with a rusty cleaver
I ain't a sucker neither and no one fuck with Vinnie
Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, I'm a fucking guinea
[Celph Titled:]
I'll smash a mirror, I'll walk under a ladder
I'll let a black cat cross my path, it don't matter
Cause I ain't superstitious and I don't fear nothing
You're talking all that tough shit
[Vinnie Paz:]
But you's a queer fronting
And y'all are snitch but let me tell you something, you ain't hear nothing
I like to refer to my trigger as the fear button
I don't fear nothing either, I just cock the pistol
I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Celph Titled:]
Yo we blazing son like gangbangers with laser guns
My rap verses are curses and scriptures spit with a razor tongue
Nitwit I play ancient drums to conjure up demon spirits that appear in smoke out of a pagan's lungs
I'm everything: hardcore, complex, original
Yeah that one test, the disciple of death
C-Titled is Christ-like, salmon at Red Lobster
And C-Titled's the best at blamming hammers at imposters
Get your ass whooped with automatic hazard causers
You can't make tables turn, you got bad revolvers
Faulty guns that go [click] when you pull the trigger
Mine's go [blick blick], it's sick when I pull the trigger
[Vinnie Paz:]
It don't matter how we get down, guns or rhymes
I'm white and raw like the perico chico, tons of dimes
I got a way with wild shit cousin, tons of crimes
Tons of forty-fives, AKs, tons of knives
[Chorus]
[Verse 1:]
[Celph Titled:]
The sound of my voice will make stab wounds
Father of the Universe leaving planets with half moons
I have assumed that those who choose to make rap music have no talent at music
So me and Vinnie came to grab your head and put a gat to it
[Vinnie Paz:]
I bring the.45 Glock and the.38
AR-15 send their body to the pearly gates
Me and Celph ain't making happy music, this is truly hate
Toby Hooper in this motherfucker cousin, saw his face
[Celph Titled:]
And when we're holding the Tec we'll put a hole in your neck
Equipping you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect
I ain't a flossy dude sipping 'Mo
But if I was I'd pop that cork off in your bitch's asshole (Let 'em know)
[Vinnie Paz:]
That's how that ho get treated, she get the smut treatment Your video had the best special effects I seen
Had you in the projects using computer blue screens (Know what I mean?)
[Vinnie Paz:]
You phony motherfuckers never held a ratchet ever
You was in the faggot bar with Kanye strapped in leather
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
[Verse 2:]
[Celph Titled:]
I never thought I'd get a bitch pregnant ever
Until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby Beretta
The more gravy the better, don't holler just yell
It's like the night before Christmas, I can't wait to see Hell
[Vinnie Paz:]
I can't wait to see Hell either
I'm a run up on the first motherfucker that I see with a rusty cleaver
I ain't a sucker neither and no one fuck with Vinnie
Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, I'm a fucking guinea
[Celph Titled:]
I'll smash a mirror, I'll walk under a ladder
I'll let a black cat cross my path, it don't matter
Cause I ain't superstitious and I don't fear nothing
You're talking all that tough shit
[Vinnie Paz:]
But you's a queer fronting
And y'all are snitch but let me tell you something, you ain't hear nothing
I like to refer to my trigger as the fear button
I don't fear nothing either, I just cock the pistol
I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
[Celph Titled:]
Yo we blazing son like gangbangers with laser guns
My rap verses are curses and scriptures spit with a razor tongue
Nitwit I play ancient drums to conjure up demon spirits that appear in smoke out of a pagan's lungs
I'm everything: hardcore, complex, original
Yeah that one test, the disciple of death
C-Titled is Christ-like, salmon at Red Lobster
And C-Titled's the best at blamming hammers at imposters
Get your ass whooped with automatic hazard causers
You can't make tables turn, you got bad revolvers
Faulty guns that go [click] when you pull the trigger
Mine's go [blick blick], it's sick when I pull the trigger
[Vinnie Paz:]
It don't matter how we get down, guns or rhymes
I'm white and raw like the perico chico, tons of dimes
I got a way with wild shit cousin, tons of crimes
Tons of forty-fives, AKs, tons of knives
[Chorus]
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