[Verse 1: Celph Titled] What I write in a verse is like magic tricks, Copperfield Grab your chick, cop a feel Cock the Glock for real, give you some cop appeal Dynamite vest, na I ain't stressing nothing With a smiley face sticker on my detonator button Haters ask, "Is he bluffing or is he bugging?" I don't know but I don't fuck with weed with the seed stuffing What I blaze gets me oh so higher Burn more white widow smoke than an old folks home on fire I make change *cha ching* I can hang a playground from a charm you should see the way my chain swings You got the balls to diss? Won't have 'em afterwards Cuz when I rap, contenders get killed, after all my words I'm tired of all you rapping nerds trying to critique my shit Like I ain't the mother fucking master of the baddest verse Celph Titled and the AOTP alliance will travel back in time Smack ya, have your baby teeth flying!
[Verse 2: Jus Allah] I am Rob Zombie, I am the Omni of dishonesty I'm a prodigy, an atrocity Not a lot of promise in me Positively not a drop of modesty My philosophy is the policy I believe in nothing Try teaching a beast peace and loving Juggling, my beliefs need readjusting My life was sticks and rocks Kick, punch, block It was not a box of butterscotch and shuttlecocks I have filled a pot of mud, spilled a lot of blood Watch the drops drip and flood, hit the top stud I have crashed a lot of waves, dug a lot of graves Drunk a lot of grapes, I have fucked a lot of babes I'm do not disturb, I have punched a lot of nerds Struck a lot of curbs, I have cut a lot of curves You are none of the above, push come to shove You're all mother fucking puppy love and country clubs!
Apathy: Y'all mother fuckers ain't running shit, y'all simply runaways I walk the surface of the sun while you're rocking stunner shades I'm in Hell shoving flames while you're sweating summer days I'm the son of Satan, son of Sam, sicker some'll say Got a flow so cold that I could blow the sun away Even if I kick a free someone still gonna pay You could get blasted, body in a funeral casket And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acid Slay the fascists, Pharaoh fans pray for classics Come through in Raiders jackets to make this magic I'm a holy man, Voodoo priest, rebel that'll shoot police You wake up from this nightmare and change your little doodoo sheets Skeleton crusher creature from the cryo-chamber The naughty, nasty, trashy microphone annihilator It's AP apparently you mother fuckers missed me Some dude tried to diss me, now that kid's history!
Planetary: Now you see the misery, I heard it needs company Who the fuck else want to bleed in their Dungarees? Planetary man, the evil rap Desert Eagle Clap all your people get ready for the sequel Needle set to vinyl, now it's time for your final thought What's your last wish? You's a minor fine in court Twenty five to life, rap electric chair Spit a sicker syllable, nigga slash like the slayers hit you Get the picture, this a Kodak moment Mo 'Yak flowin, pussy, bet your throwback on it I'mma break bread only if the bread ain't stale Take young niggas to school, I heard school like jail This is punishment government shit that you fucking with Esoteric, I told him in "Swords Drawn" and "Dump the Clip" Hear the "Battle Cry" piling up the dead solders Know to "Tear it Down", we get it down, the blood runs colder!
King Magnetic: After the drive-by, hop out the wheel like caged hamsters Rage amped up, hammer time without the stage dancers I really doubt were killing it the same I'm Magic before retirement, illest in the game Diligently aim at targets without the Pizza Hut express shit Put em in a long box like b