Eraserheads

[Sample] [Verse One] [Celph Titled:] The sound of my voice'll make stab wounds Barber of the universe leavin' planets with half moons I have assumed that those who choose to make rap music Have no talent at music, so me and Vinnie came to grab ya head and put a gat to it [Vinnie Paz:] I bring the .45 Glock and the .38 AR-15 send their body to the pearly gates Me and Celph ain't makin' happy music, this is purely hate Tobe Hooper in this muthafucka cousin, saw his face [Celph Titled:] And when we holdin' the Tec, we'll put a hole in ya neck Leavin' you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect I ain't a flossy dude, sippin' Mo' But if I was, I'd pop the cork off in your bitch's asshole (Let 'em know) [Vinnie Paz:] That's how the ho get treated, she get the smut treatment Toss her out the whip, leave her on the rough cement Celph and Vinnie will deliver an abrupt beatin' And the Walther 9M will leave your guts leakin' [Celph Titled:] Your video had the best special effects I seen Had you in the projects usin' computer blue screens (Nah mean?) [Vinnie Paz:] You phony muthafuckas never held a ratchet ever You was in the faggot bar with Kanye strapped in leather [Sample-Triggered Hook] "Boom-kacka-boom-boom, boom-kacka-boom-boom" "Pow-pow, buck-buck, pow-buck" "Bang-bang-bang just like the Ricochet Rabbit" "For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up" "Boom-kacka-boom-boom, boom-kacka-boom-boom" "Pow-pow, buck-buck, pow-buck" "Yo I'm strapped with the gat, step up, blat-blat!" "You can suck my dick you little fuckin' bitch or blucka-blucka-blaow!" [Verse Two] [Celph Titled:] I never thought I'd get a bitch pregnant ever Until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby Beretta (The more gravy the better), don't holla just yell It's like the night before Christmas, I can't wait to see hell [Vinnie Paz:] I can't wait to see hell either I'mma run up on the first muthafucka that I see with a rusty cleaver I ain't a sucker neither, and no one fuck with Vinnie Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, I'm a fuckin' Guinea [Celph Titled:] I'll smash a mirror, I'll walk under a ladder I'll let a black cat cross my path, it don't matter Cause I ain't superstitious and I don't fear nothin' You talkin' all that tough shit [Vinnie Paz:] But you's a queer frontin' And y'all are snitch but let me tell you somethin', you ain't hear nothin' I like to refer to my trigger as the fear button I don't fear nothing either, I just cock the pistol I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue [Sample-Triggered Hook] "Boom-kacka-boom-boom, boom-kacka-boom-boom" "Pow-pow, buck-buck, pow-buck" "Bang-bang-bang just like the Ricochet Rabbit" "For my arrival, rappers are teamin' up" "Boom-kacka-boom-boom, boom-kacka-boom-boom" "Pow-pow, buck-buck, pow-buck" "Yo I'm strapped with the gat, step up, blat-blat!" "You can suck my dick you little fuckin' bitch or blucka-blucka-blaow!" [Verse Three] [Vinnie Paz:] Ayo we blazin' son [Celph Titled:] Like gang bangers with laser guns My rap verses are curses and scriptures spit with a razor tongue Nitwit, I play ancient drums That conjure up demon spirits that appear in smoke out of a pagan's lungs I'm everything hardcore, complex, original Ya no want test the disciple of death C. Titled is fresh like salmon at Red Lobster And C. Titled's the best at blammin' hammers at imposters Get ya ass whooped with automatic hazard causers You can't make tables turn, you got bad revolvers Faulty guns that go "click!" when you pull the trigger Mines go "brriddtk brriddtk", it's sick when I pull the trigger [Vinnie Paz:] It don't matter how we get down, guns or rhymes I'm white and raw like the perico chico, tons of dimes I got a way with wild shit cousin, tons of crimes Tons of .45's, AK's, tons of nines