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Celph Titled( Victor Mercer )
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Tingin'
Lyricist:Anthony Best, Todd Neubert
What's gonna have to happen to change things? Huh, a whole lot gonna have to happen to change things A lot of motherfuckin' heads gonna start to pop off
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin' Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin'
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin' There's no way you can win I'm wipin' off silly grins When I come to kick your face in
This ain't 'Rock Of Love', but I'll rock a thug Make you wear a rag and a wig like Brett Michaels does The tech rifle is bug Sometimes it jams but most of the time it spits projectiles at your mug
I'm from a city known for rollin' cigars Hoppin' fences in historic districts, evadin' patrol cars And so far I go hard I can spit four bars that whip you across the face Like chrome reinforced crowbars
In '96 I rocked with nine 6's That's triple six, three times, so imagine the evil in that Dressed like Count Dracula beatin' you feeble people with bats I like Britney Spears fat
I'm puttin' poisonous gas in your motherfuckin' beer can hat Your body found live on National Geographic where the Meerkats at The white Latin with them weird ass raps You better pay me right now 'cause I'm tryin' to make cream and that's that
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin' Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin'
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin' There's no way you can win I'm wipin' off silly grins When I come to kick your face in
Held this position in your bathroom, found you dead (How'd you die?) I put cyanide in your bathroom shower head Critics who get the nerve They better hide they bitch and hoe 'Cause I'll put a bullet in your bird if you pigeonhole
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In case you didn't know I've got the illest flow My style's double D all natural, yours is silicone The punchline master Never get lazy with my writing, 'cause I am gettin' paid when I'm rhyming
You get slayed when you're rhyming At a battle for free If I'm moving my Adam's apple it costs a fee So pull your cannons and try these boys And I'm sending lead back like it's some Chinese toys
Business mogul on my business phone With an overgrown vocal tone known To leave you blown out of your mobile home And on your left jaw tingin' Drama that I'm bringin' Don't work for the church but I be bell ringin'
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin' Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin'
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin' There's no way you can win I'm wipin' off silly grins When I come to kick your face in
You can call me Steven Tyler I'm one of the best arrow smiths Expert with archery and all types of weapon shit In my rap category, I stand alone You stand alone without a date watchin' 'Home Alone'
I put the MaCaulay Culkin Facial expression on the face of a bitch testin' Bitch you see this Smith & Wesson? Remember Smif-N-Wessun? Now they the Cocoa Brovaz Remember Celph Titled? Now he's a loco fucker
I'm dope because I chose a rubber, when I fucked hip hop And now that bitch can't burn me, so I rip shop Better adapt to my philosophy soon Or you gonna be that skeleton in that biology room
I dare a beat maker to take it to war with me Turn you to a ghost producer like a Dr. Dre (Employee) For sure you get fucked and felt If you went gay bashin', you'd have to punch yourself
Swingin', swingin', drama that I'm bringin' On your left jaw I be tingin'
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