Public Execution (Demigodz Mix) [feat. Celph Titled & Esoteric]

歌詞

[Verse 1 - Celph Titled] I'm an accident just waitin' to happen Plus i'm an insane muthafucka with a hunger pain, To be the first blastin And my gun's a Gatling, forcin' crews to break up And stickin' up rappers when they walkin' outta Jacobs I'm on the block with my dogs, walkin you cats To the depths of Hell, I could have you offed in a snap Lookin awkward at ya rear view See my scope peer though? And hope ya still here to, see your career through Shoulda seen the bullets racin' in Now homicide don't know where the shell casings went Even the finest forensic scientist can't fuck with me Gettin super ugly with a Ruger right in front of me Aimin' it at ya mothers tummy You claim ya carryin' heat? please... Go finance ya hooptie and you'll find that... That's the only time you RE-lease Cuz you ain't never bust a gat, bitch you're bout as ill as a cure Get my finger near a trigger, i'ma spill it for sure Fire repetitive shots, leave you beheaded for not... Respectin' Celph Titled, is you stupid or not? I came thru wildin' on a murder all mission And left you fuckin' dead, like a perverted mortician *chorus cuts* [Verse 2 - Esoteric] Cats i've assaulted, call me the high exhaulted Esoterrorist, their cleverest nemesis I'll forever diss these cats, it's effortless Sever their wrist, with this disc on the premises muthafuckas Journalists said there's none better You weak creeps read it and weep like love letters I bring malice We smash ya palace Weave past cats like Steve Nash in Dallas I did ya man a favor by writin' his words When he didn't have the money that my writin' is worth Fuck with Esoteric, you go right in a hearse When you mention dope cats, Seamus Ryan is first Cuz I keep spittin' heat, till i'm dyin' of thirst While you try rehearse, you better tighten your verse Demigodz... labels try to sign us at birth Just knowin' we could be the finest rhymers on Earth [Verse 3 - Apathy] I'll rip a whole in the ozone And leave you suckas spinnin' in space I'll spit in ya face To show you how a clitoris taste At this pace, you bitches'll never finish the race I'll play the shit from your tapes and make you admit it's a waste You're always after the cash and after the ass But you'll only be ashes and gas after the blast It doesn't matter if ya made of matter or mass I'm releasin raps so powerful they're shatterin' glass Put a rapper in a cast from his neck to his toes Dissectin' my foes... peel away the flesh from the bone Testin' ya dome, to see if it can take the pressure from blows That are thrown like small stones in a cyclone I'm terrible, beatin you faggots And tearin the beat into fragments Then eatin rappers... Like Tarrantulas feedin' habbits You drop lines, that you fuck hot dimes But ya cock size will make her eyes roll counter clockwise I'll crush rhymes with a singular rhyme If you can't take the weight, it'll injure ya spine I'm not ill like walkin in the projects with a nine I'm ill like movin' solid objects with my mind I was designed by a scientific staff That studied metaphysics and math Tryna' develope the perfect paragraph I'm spittin raps that'll make ya mother laugh Then travel over water and land, like a hover craft I raise my staff like Moses Then open up the oceans, Till transarent walls of waves are exposin'... Whales in motion, floatin'... While deadly tiger sharks are approachin' Ready to rip 'em open