Eatadiccup - J-Zone/Celph Titled
Look  up above
It's a bird  it's a plane  it's my balls  Yeah
J Zone a k a Captain Backslap
Celph Titled the motherf**kin' Rubix Cupid
Come on
Super ni**a J Zone in the sky with a fur cape
Enemy of the state  in '98 I dropped the gold tape
Hoes wantin' my presents got nothing
But more laughter
B**ch
The fact that it's Christmas is no factor
Unknown to famous
My Rolodex got a long list of hoes
Like the Chinatown White Pages
Only yellow ni**a  always runnin' his mouth
Eatin' p**sy  lookin' like Pac Man
But don't f**k with a spouse
Ladies  I drove 'em crazy
Cause I gave 'em more head
But pigeons are shittin' on me
Cause I threw 'em no bread
Bum b**ches beg me not to perform
Cause I'm offendin' 'em
Please  don't do it
I said I'm no gentleman
She left  about to cry too
What  you forgotten
I was raised on 2 Live Crew
My attitude is rotten
Zone and Celph are guaranteed
Like your b**ch gainin' 55 pounds
After you marry the G
Yo  me and Zone cake heavily
Breakin' cheddar with cheese graters
With an HK  that stretch 3 acres
Sniper maneuvers
I'm on some heavy metal sh*t
Find me at Lollapalooza with a bazooka
Any b**ch 14 and up  you know I'm f**kin' that
Get my rocks off
Watching fat girls do jumpin' jacks
I really stay on top of my game when I'm at
Cause I'm f**king your wife
Missionary style on a Twister mat
MC's hate us
Bleach don't fade us
Ball on a bunch of  hoes don't date us
Zone and Celph Titled rippin' over the beat
Come to your crib  take a leak
Piss all over the seat
You're 2 bit like Atari  Commodore
You're sorry  with a weak show
What the f**k you rhymin' for
What sort of nonsense is this
Eat a dick up
Cock cocksuckers  cock cocksuckers
We APR finance careers
Cause we give it to you now
And you're payin' for the next 3 years
My ex called me the Pipe long Kid
Cause I got a dick size reminiscent of
The Whitestone Bridge
Sissies talk all tough  taking and quot
Thug agra and quot; by the case
Celph stomped a hole in your cheek
And everybody call your a** Mae
And on your face you'll fall flat
For ballin' out your league like
Kobe with a baseball bat  ya b**ch
Oh  sh*t  yo  Celph
What are you doing with that cannon  man
Make sure you think twice before you use it
No doubt Zone  I always do
Once when I load it  and once when I fire it
Real gangstas don't say much
We talk with our hands
And keep a surplus of
Ziploc bags and rubberbands
Well that men
You see me load the clip in the gun
You'd better kill that crip
Walk and start doin' a crip run
I'm 61240 pounds
Enough to cause fractures
Extort pussies in the game
It's gonna cost rappers
From now on
Call me Reverend Get Right
I got a thing for female journalists
I like the b**ch tight
Cookin' crack in a rotisserie oven
Hickory smokin'
In the projects with a bulldozer
Picture me rollin'  ni**a
I went to private school
Attended church and said my prayers
Now I'm takin' trips to hell
And God  I love it there
Settin' the new fashion trends
Who else
You look nice in that body bag
Shoot yourself
Black Sabbath performer
Come see me on Sunday
And witness how I'm lightin' up
Broadway with my gunplay