Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore!
Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore!
Intelligent infinity, malevolent epitome
They consider me as the most
That'll include the Benelli
Literally cryogenically treated to
Be invisibly symphony slicker than sixty
Motherfuckers talkin' but never gonna
Do shit to me i'm about to set it
On motherfuckers officially
Rip they spine out and just put
Who can stop me now you with
Luca Brasi where fishes be
It's impossible that you're righteous
If it's a problem you motherfuckers
Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy
I'm still yearnin' to earn a salary
I'm in court pleadin' insanity
Can it be all the panicking
And agony that's trappin' me?
Tragically introducin' you rappers
To tragedy happily ever after if after
Praise those who savagely
Bury bones and annually dig 'em up unhappily
Flossin' dead in the center of gravity
Bonafide, a mix between Maxi
My mentality, manipulatin' your mastery
Disaster strikes whatever's in back of me
Playtime is over, daytime is over
My only weapons: K-9s and Cobras
We diamond poachers, we take your shine
My rhyme is solar-flarin'
Airin' out the kind below us
You know Lois Lane - know my name
I'm throwin' flames at your
Brain like Ghost Rider my flow's tighter
I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane
My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off
I'm over-trained in hand-to hand
My hammers land and can your fam
I'm a brutal rapper, you a Chutes & Ladders
I'm completely A-O T-P 'til the death
Esoteric zombie-killer takin' out
You mad 'cause the army's here
Death come to all who's near
We runnin' through the village killin'
Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form
When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore
When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore
Armageddon weapons in my arsenal
Fuck an Alex Jones article
Heart is arctic cold, my murders are nautical
Murk you in the murky depths
Where the screams aren't audible
Salutations, standing over the
Was kicked out of hell 'cause
I'm the boss, I turn your albums off
I turn your brain to apple sauce
My wingspan is like an Albatross
Mouth spewing out exhaust out come the claws
Power force that could blow the
Blow the head of cowards off
Y'all are soft as fairies
Spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs
Dodgeball with severed heads
Conducting chaos with a chrome baton
'Cause overall I broke your arms and
Kicked your ass with loafers on
Homeboy this HK settle wars i'm a dragon
You a faggot with a tape measure sword
Celph Titled is a motherfuckin' problem
With germs that are infectious
Attack like German Shepherds while
I got the ratchet - I blast it
But you keep it in your jacket
Undercover brother on your album cover trying
When your theme song should be Aerosmith
"Dude (Looks Like a Lady) "
You mad 'cause the army's here
Death come to all who's near
We're running through the village killing
Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form
When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore
When playtime's over I'll take your
Mind back to the hardcore