(Celph Titled)
I´ve seen your kind before, thinking they're a hard act
But they're not soldiers, they're construction workers wearing hard hats

Commander in chief, so I chief, where's my cigar at?
Try to Xerox copy me and I'm letting the carbon clap
Plus your bars is wack and you ain't the sharpest cat

Instant-blow encryption code so it's no disarming that
It'll blow up in your faces, like faulty fireworks cases
Unleash the murderers and rapists, so evil they murdering Satan

(They is!) Then you'll get socked around
Like chess players competing in professional soccer rounds
(Celph, how'd you get so nice, man?) Thank you for asking

My regimen is syzzurp mixed with battery acid
So when I'm rapping at you, you'll get ulcers and comas
Tornadoes, explosions, blowin' you over to Tulsa, Oklahoma

Force foes into foreclosure, you're sweeter than orange soda
Creep right past you in your crib before the door closes


(Chorus)

(Sicknature)

I´ve seen your kind before, suited creeps on an ego mode
Hard to look through, elusive thiefs in cohiba smoke
Using a cheap speech with a deceitful code

making sure there´s no way back like using ouijas that the reaper broke
Artists get adjusted and toned, evoking the dissonance
No longer pulling strings, instead they roll with the blow instrument

Sound like they´re gettting $#&@ed with a cobra, chocking on @@#!s
While they fill up the tub, ready to dump in the toaster
Only stripes they earned was a bar code, never able to grow

They´re stuck in your facade kitchen preparing your hoax
I bring the hard %#@!, too raw for the masses
While they just wait for magic %#@! to happen,

like they´re having unicorn horns in their $$#es
Cause you dont give a $#&@ about their plans or resumés
You just need their balls in your hands to meditate

I´ll never feed your machine, me sign with a big major?
... $#&@ you! -- signed Sicknature!