Who What When Where

Now I ain't gon' make this easy
If you got health complications
Stick chords with my pitchfork
It's Hell's obligation
I'm like Ming the Merciless
When the bullets sting
They'll be hurtin' less than the flames
Cause they'll be burnin' flesh
Scorchin' the hair off your scalps and faces
Now your crew looks like
Onyx as leukemia patients
Too much lighter fluid'll do it
Explode your whole chest
Leave you "Black on Both Sides"
Like we barbecuin' Mos Def!
And I don't hate people by
Race color or creed to put it simple
I'm just hatin' every motherfuckin'
Thing that breathes and I'm so raw
I make everything in the
Freezer look well done
Celph Titled is hell son
Psychopath with a welding gun
And we ain't holdin' back, we holdin' macs
M1, 12 gauge and a couple G36 HK's
And they blaze, every round off bullets fly
Hit your best man and shoot
Your bitch's wedding gown off
Who?! - The fuck wanna war with our crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest
Inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done

You're not a dunn
You're a white kid named Dan
Tossed you and your fam
Through an industrial fan it's Majik Most
Now everybody knows who I am german fans
SoundScan puttin' money in my hand
I'm the type to host a
Luncheon in a dungeon, man
And torture your grandma
While I'm munchin', man
I'll rip you out the picture
Like a dolphin Dolph Lundgren
I'll battle you, your crew
Your gay-ass cousin
My name buzzin' on the streets? Nah
That's my chainsaw wrap your head in C-4
Launch it off the seesaw
You never seen raw before
I deattach your skull
Now you look like Skeletor with
A positive AIDS test
Stressed out, you get punched in your mouth
Punt heads up North, and they land down South
With your body in the desert
You won't be so fresh
When vultures pick at your neck and
Have a picnic in your chest
Who?! - The fuck wanna war with our crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest
Inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done

Yeah, yo now, let's get it straight nigga
The name's Celph Titled
Don't just hold weight
This man right here hold chrome plates
And gun parts, assorted explosives
That take you out of your body
Talkin' to Jesus like Joseph
And I'll split up your skull into
Fragments from the gat pressure
Cause you don't even look evil
You just a bad dresser
When me and Majik Most shoot up and grip tecs
We shoot until your polyester
Shirt turn to fishnet!

Yo, wanna know the difference? Yo
Just check this
I'm a star in a stretch limo
You know my steez you at the bus terminal
With a terminal disease
I crush your egg chest
Leave your face faceless
Neck brace and abrasions
Your face in the pavement
You'll be pavin' the way
For Teethless Entertainment
You think you're the
Rainman? I'm reignin', like Raiden
Raisin' my hands
Shootin' lightning bolts at your fam
Who?! - The fuck wanna war with our crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest
Inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done