C-Lance, Celph Titled, Apathy - Sons of Godzilla lyrics
[C-Lance, Celph Titled, Apathy - Sons of Godzilla lyrics]
C-Lance
Aleister Crowley out in Cali in a black Audi
It's what these crackers crown me
That's why I rap rowdy
I saw the power that I had
It scared the crap out me
My studio started lookin'
A little crack-house-y
My gun clap loudly, that's how we act now, we
Bat down these whack clowns
We slap at the port of the sound
The automatic military weapon left
Inside a bunker
Hunker down and wonder if the sound
Above is bombs or thunder
It's a summer full of quarantine
And corpses steamin' in a pile miles high
Organs leaking
All they leavin' arе extreme intеnts
Inside these warrin' regions
In they whores I'm leavin' foreign semen
Orphans screamin'
We them horrible demons with
Mortal hordes and legions
Sorcerer speakin' assorted evil that
Forms a bein'
Six-foot-two, my spit cook food
And big books too they used
To read in Timbuktu
It's like a mystery school I
Spit a sick sixteen
And make Scooby-Doo shit inside
The Mystery Machine
And I'm rippin' off my mask
Like you meddlin' kids
We'll settle this biz with Beretta metal
That shred up your ribs
And I'ma edit my writtens
With that Predator vision
It's infrared when I'm spittin' I
Give your neck an incision
You hear the records are skippin'
All the birds stop chirpin'
Somethin' horrible's lurkin' it's in the
Form of a serpent
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (To diagnose, you get to ghost)
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Finesse (T T To Diagnose, you get to ghost)
Goddammit, Celph Titled done struck again
He gotta be an alien
Call the fuckin' Navy in
And when the scientific proof emerges
I'm shootin' surgeons
'Cause they was witness to
My internal electric circuit's
A black belt degree of a crook
Always fuck your bitch face down
I forget how she looks
I seen two officers (what you did?)
And kicked 'em in they ass so hard
Now they need stool softeners
So while I wait for your video to buffer
I installed a gun muffler
(My bullets sound bad, motherfucka)
When sippin' lean you see the loose seal
Put fetty on your head
Hit 'em with the Desi Arnaz
I'm a G to a T, hundred percent 'bout it
On my HDTV we fill basements
With bombs and flip houses (Boom)
Melt off the face of your backup dancers
Live on stage and leave you
With stage 4 cancer
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (To diagnose, you get to ghost)
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Finesse (T T To Diagnose, you get to ghost)
Y-Y-You get to ghost
Aleister Crowley out in Cali in a black Audi
It's what these crackers crown me
That's why I rap rowdy
I saw the power that I had
It scared the crap out me
My studio started lookin'
A little crack-house-y
My gun clap loudly, that's how we act now, we
Bat down these whack clowns
We slap at the port of the sound
The automatic military weapon left
Inside a bunker
Hunker down and wonder if the sound
Above is bombs or thunder
It's a summer full of quarantine
And corpses steamin' in a pile miles high
Organs leaking
All they leavin' arе extreme intеnts
Inside these warrin' regions
In they whores I'm leavin' foreign semen
Orphans screamin'
We them horrible demons with
Mortal hordes and legions
Sorcerer speakin' assorted evil that
Forms a bein'
Six-foot-two, my spit cook food
And big books too they used
To read in Timbuktu
It's like a mystery school I
Spit a sick sixteen
And make Scooby-Doo shit inside
The Mystery Machine
And I'm rippin' off my mask
Like you meddlin' kids
We'll settle this biz with Beretta metal
That shred up your ribs
And I'ma edit my writtens
With that Predator vision
It's infrared when I'm spittin' I
Give your neck an incision
You hear the records are skippin'
All the birds stop chirpin'
Somethin' horrible's lurkin' it's in the
Form of a serpent
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (To diagnose, you get to ghost)
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Finesse (T T To Diagnose, you get to ghost)
Goddammit, Celph Titled done struck again
He gotta be an alien
Call the fuckin' Navy in
And when the scientific proof emerges
I'm shootin' surgeons
'Cause they was witness to
My internal electric circuit's
A black belt degree of a crook
Always fuck your bitch face down
I forget how she looks
I seen two officers (what you did?)
And kicked 'em in they ass so hard
Now they need stool softeners
So while I wait for your video to buffer
I installed a gun muffler
(My bullets sound bad, motherfucka)
When sippin' lean you see the loose seal
Put fetty on your head
Hit 'em with the Desi Arnaz
I'm a G to a T, hundred percent 'bout it
On my HDTV we fill basements
With bombs and flip houses (Boom)
Melt off the face of your backup dancers
Live on stage and leave you
With stage 4 cancer
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (To diagnose, you get to ghost)
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Aight finesse (T T Try yo' best) Word!
Finesse (T T To Diagnose, you get to ghost)
Y-Y-You get to ghost