Vinnie Paz, Celph Titled, Buckwild - Eraserheads lyrics

The sound of my voice'll make stab wounds
Barber of the universe leavin'
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 ya
Head and put a gat to it (yeah)

I bring the 45 Glock and the 38
AR-15 send their body to the pearly gates
Me and Celph ain't makin' happy music
This is purely hate
Tobe Hooper in this muthafucka cousin
Saw his face

And when we holdin' the TEC
We'll put a hole in ya neck
Equippin' you with a permanent
T-Pain vocal effect
I ain't a flossy dude, sippin' Mo'


But if I was, i'd pop the cork off
In your bitch's asshole (Let 'em know)

That's how the ho get treated
She get the smut treatment
Toss her out the whip
Leave her on the rough cement
Celph and Vinnie will deliver
An abrupt beatin' and the Walther 9M will
Leave your guts leakin'

Your video had the best
Special effects I seen
Had you in the projects
Usin' computer blue screens (Nah mean?)

You phony muthafuckas never held
A ratchet ever you was in the faggot bar
With Kanye strapped in leather

"Boom-kacka boom boom
Boom-kacka boom boom"
"Pow pow, buck-buck, pow-buck"
"Bang bang bang just like
The Ricochet Rabbit"
"For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up"
"Boom-kacka boom boom
Boom-kacka boom boom"
"Pow pow, buck-buck, pow-buck"
"Yo I'm strapped with the gat, step up
Blat-blat!" "You can suck my dick you
Little fuckin' bitch
Or blucka-blucka-blaow!"

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 holla
Just yell
It's like the night before Christmas
I can't wait to see hell

I can't wait to see hell either
I'mma run up on the first muthafucka 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 fuckin' Guinea

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 nothin'
You talkin' all that tough shit

But you's a queer, frontin'
And y'all are snitch but let
Me tell you somethin'
You ain't hear nothin'
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

"Boom-kacka boom boom
Boom-kacka boom boom"
"Pow pow, buck-buck, pow-buck"
"Bang bang bang just like
The Ricochet Rabbit"
"For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up"
"Boom-kacka boom boom
Boom-kacka boom boom"
"Pow pow, buck-buck, pow-buck"
"Yo I'm strapped with the gat, step up
Blat-blat!" "You can suck my dick you
Little fuckin' bitch
Or blucka-blucka-blaow!"

(Yo we blazin' son)
Like gang bangers with laser guns
My rap verses are
Curses and scriptures spit with
A razor tongue nitwit, I play ancient drums
That conjure up demon spirit's that appear in
Smoke out of a pagan's lungs
I'm everything hardcore, complex, original
Ya no want test the disciple of death
C titled is fresh like salmon at Red Lobster
And C titled's the best at
Blammin' hammers at imposters
Get ya 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
Mines go "brriddtk brriddtk"
It's sick when I pull the trigger

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 45s, AKs, tons of nines