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Spoiled Rotten - Celph Titled
Lick my sweaty balls
You better lock up the Bacardi at your party when the Zone roll through
In a fur coat that look like I killed the whole Bronx Zoo
ASPCA is outside my house picketin'
Cause everything in my coat been previously livin'
Hoes ask why I cut my braids off Trippin'
So I could look prep and pull Kate Moss b**ches
But I don't make babies No I make beats
And got more juice than a hair salon in Compton in the late 80's
Back on the muthaf**kin' set Zone pass me the Glock
So I can blast and leave a hole the size of Flava Flav's clock
But either niggas hate or they jock you pay 'till you're broke
We from the hood where we beat our kids with cables and ropes
Load them hammers in the car before I bust back
Crash a bike in your face and leave you with a handlebar mustache
Celph Titled fell off What made you think that
I came here to downsize the game no CD's just shrink wrap
I used to bang groupies like your sister but I quit it for sure
These girls are strictly for the money And your sister's a whore
Nowadays I diss hoes wantin' Zone to get Olympic
And strip clothes and broad jump with ten inches of limp ****
But what about Zone and your mama
He threw his balls between her legs like he was playin' for the Globetrotters
Thinkin' you rock Y'all gets nothin'
Cause I talk trash you collect it like Charles S Dutton muthaf**ka
Rude Crude Spoiled Rotten
J-Zone and Celph Titled ain't nothin' but problems
Throw eggs at your favorite MC
Locate your face and then pee
So if you don't like us you can hum these nuts
We put foes in they place and then leave
Rude arrogant entirely offensive
Look out America here we come
I don't care what Biggie said I still dream of f**kin' Xscape
That big girl could find out just how my third leg tastes
I like my pockets fat and my b**ches fatter
Up until I was ten I thought my name was just Little Bastard
You little bastard
Niggas rap to pay they bills but never got cash
Catch you at the bar I'm puttin' bullets through your shot glass
Knock your muthaf**kin' Pro Tools off sequence
Y'all niggas is like Dr Dre in '83 all sequins
Hey J when's your video gonna be on TV
When the surveillance tape from KFC gets sent to BET
J I need my nails done What Dumb broad
You'd have better luck at the White House lookin' for a job
With a Jheri curl and shower cap on
Doin' a kid and play Kick Step with a crackhead on the front lawn
In a All Hail Saddam T-shirt holdin' two Glocks
And C-Bo's Greatest Hits pumpin' from your boombox
Let's go bump it I know you hear me comin'
It's time to oil up my jaw bone and get ready for slick talk
OG swagger that's the way this here spic walk
About to unleash a sleek metal hatchet Why
Cause y'all sound faker than Alicia Keys' ghetto accent Oh
Get snapped in fragments and fed to lab rabbits
All I got is my balls guns and bad habits
Keep you paranoid become a crabby sleeper
Cause I got you sniffin' more 'caine than Big Daddy's retriever