Primo's Four Course Meal Lyrics

[Intro] [Celph Titled talking] Hahahahah. Celph Titled. The motherfuckin' landmine lieutenant Back up in this biznatch fo' sho' do' Sammy The Sleezebag. What's good pimptation? I'm 'bout to show you what happen to MC's that can rhyme I'm right here. We ain't go no motherfuckin' where We gon' do it like this. Check it, yeah Stand back you heard Sir murders occur My verbs are disturbed My curse words are hurtin' your herbs Alertin' the service bringin marines with kerosene flasks Guns and masks J Jumpin' through glass with sick 229's and mp5's I rapid fire bustin' spray men When I was a baby my pacifier was a grenade pin And yes I'm from Tampa No I'm not a Buccaneer But I'll be buckin near your main arteries ya fuckin queer The sun is here Cover your eyes All my attributes is dangerous My mustache is murderous My hip bone will send your clique home With they ribs blown back and they wigs sewn to they six pack Cartilage in a gift wrap My cartridge's click clack And leave you and your bitch clapped Now ya bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap We swing machetes at crews with little ice picks And niggas round my way call me the Cuban Missile Crisis My raps not for emo kids My flame thrower leave you bald head like chemo kids I ain't a gangsta and a gentleman I'm one of the two Don't open doors for bitches So which one do you choose? Playboy Make you steak sauce A-1, you gay soft Not Travolta, but what's in my holster take your Face Off We about to cake off My money stacks make the rubber band snap My number runners gettin' bundles with no government tax Ain't no 20-80 split Better give me half or you can get your jaw split Courtesy of Vinnie Paz A.O.T.P. or D.E M.I.G.O.D.'s Either/or with C4, galore, the heaters pour I got the fever for Thick skeezers and a need for whores She got an Applebum, so what the fuck we need Bonita for? Rappers try to pull my cards I gave 'em a shuffle Guttermouth took they bodies so I gave him a shovel Runnin' ten laps in a second when I'm rappin' on records Came in the game in '98 and I'm already a legend Back in the day me and Dutchmasive, schemin' just to get in Now we slingin' wax from 8-1-3 to the Kremlin Hook line and sinker My hooks and lines will sink you leagues under the sea Up my sleeves up under the fleece No tricks just a loaded piece Chrome heat Put you in a coma sleep With a comb over to cope wit holes in ya cheek And I don't care if you worship I'll put a bullet in your temple Leave you bent and crippled Wife and kids get sentimental Ya best soldiers incomparable to my b-team Fuck Nas mission impossible be my +Thief's Theme+ Each beam I aim multiplied by eight You gettin' fucked on your album and gettin raped on mixed tapes Sidekick with a flipped face and targetin' system Heat vision like the Predator I'm slaughterin' victims The harder I hit 'em Nigga the better they know Call up the reverend and we bringin holy shit to your show These holy clips leave you holy split Every hoe I hit Get baptized in holy water comin out the hole in my dick I stay holdin' my dick You thought I wasn't one of them Spittin' phlegm on Bibles in God's crib right in front of Him I'm Iceberg but not Slim More like this hyper shit that sunk the Titanic That irreversible damage There's no recovery possible No nurses no hospitals No stuffed bears and get well cards Just Celph spittin' Hell's bars You grew up on a farm with the Amish gettin' they goats from I'm from the dirty south but I'm clean so call me soap scum I'll sell the same shit twice Double dip it and re-up I ain't married to this rap game We ain't signin' a prenup You up late watchin raunchy cable And I'ma creep behind your couch And crack ya motherfuckin' skull on the coffee table [Outro] [Celph Titled talking] And that's that you fuckin' you crack rats 64 bars like it ain't nothin'! Primo what up? We bring that real shit back that raw shit. You heard the word? Yo, better say cheese motherfuckers. Before I squeeze motherfuckers [x3]Celph Titled - Primo's Four Course Meal - http://motolyrics.com/celph-titled/primos-four-course-meal-lyrics.html