Snake Bite

Lyrics

Celph Titled The mother fucking Corpse Creator My man Grand Noble That man will fold you Fuck-boys better recognize We Godzilla's in the skies [Verse 1: Celph Titled] My rifle need a kickstand Putting heads to bed like tryptophan I'm 6'1 with a short attention span Silent treatment, muzzle on the nozzle Couldn't bench press a broomstick With bodybuilders spotting you (you know) I'm not hating, some of you up in one statement Said you were sunbathing But you watching the man next door sunbathing (I knew it) Sick in the head, taking dope between two pieces of bread And nailed a shit-witch to that Taylor Swift bitch (yeah) On my dick like you're endorsing my balls While your album sit on the shelf like porcelain dolls You gon' feel all permanent damage from a caning round Beat you with a skillet now, she really be panning out Celph Titled is a real Godzilla Trust me, I'm gaining weight, spoiling my dinner With the mother fucking gat outward, coward I'm at the corner store dressed like Donald from Fat Albert [Chorus] We got it popping so they want to hate, right? Cause we Godzilla and the shit we make's tight Locked and loaded, strapped up when we take flight (x2) [Verse 2: Grand Noble] These phoney cats won't even know what to do when I drop The forty cal aimed at your crew and it's hot Claim that they know me, kick your razors, not coming Like a wave in your homies, like chicken flavoured top ramen I'm spitting voodoo like Shaman, wall paintings like caveman I write on any surface, dropping letters like hangman Your wife might be servicing my house unannounced But it's cool cause I lit her pilot light before I bounce You can't stop me I'm rigid like the rockies Raps cocky, never choppy never sloppy But we're better than you cause for you it's just a hobby So if you see dude just pretend you didn't spot me I embody lyrical karate, lots of carbon copies More delicate that California poppies But I'm stronger in a month in any way that I speak Whereas you, not longer than 7 days in a week [Chorus] [Verse 3: Grand Noble] You really not that dope homie, I wouldn't lie to you Go roll in some coke man, get tossed in some lighter fluid Recycle them bars and go practice your recital Cause this ain't American Idol, it's Grand Noble and Celph Titled I'm right or rhyming trying to write you a new bible Cause I'm homocidal, fight anyone who's feeling entitled The skyscrapers in the game tossing lames of the balcony How can he manage all the same I never change, never will, never would, never bashful All the cats been over me as the neighbourhood asshole Give me a stick and I'll pry the krout like cattle Till I can touch the sky like the Tower of Babel Get your adam's apple, fuck you up any way You think you gave me years of battle I'd eat you up in a day We reap the benefits of hard work and hustling Megabits of work [?] prefer to stop struggling [Chorus]