Extra Thug Sauce

Intro

(Verse 1: Guttamouf)

Yeah, haha, we a’int nothing buta psychotic mother ******s in here

I’m a equal opportunity cap buster

White, black, Spanish, it don’t matter

Sixteen make you cough up your gall bladder

Even if you a *************, it means no different

It doesn’t matter if you wear bullet resistant

I smack mother ******s and leave barrel imprints

I represent the mentally unstable

Who usually end up dead or in jail

While you get your coffin, I get lunch with Lucifer

Had breakfast with the grim reaper

Treat your body to a led diet

If you don’t shut the ************* up and be quiet

I’m God’s gift to your mother ******g photo

Spit on your photo, *************t on your promo

With me running around, get a bullet proof do-rag

Portable IV and a mother ******g *************t bag

(Chorus: Celph Titled)

Pull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty

No more rap *************t, just heavy artillery

We the type of *************s that’s quick to blow your mug off

Serving mother ******s beat downs with extra thug sauce

Pull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty

No more rap *************t, just heavy artillery

We the type of *************s that’s quick to blow your mug off

Serving mother ******s beat downs with extra thug sauce

(Verse 2: Majik Most)

Ay yo, I’m coming to your city and I’ll probably be

Rolling with a posse that will eat a homeless woman’s *************

While playing Pavarotti they’ll be fi*************ng your body

Out of Lake Erie in Michigan

With a Michelin tire wrapped around your midsection

I’m stepping on your corpse with a quart of your blood

All over my corduroys

While I bring the noise and, strict nine and poisons

Yeah, the type of *************t I spit will leave you hollow in side

So mother ************* rap cats who can’t get live

I’m kicking hardcore lyrics till the age of 85

Until I retire, I’m only getting nicer

I’ll slam your ******g face down on a deli slicer

You’re crazy shook, rocking a Kevlar vest

A bullet took your head off and left a little piece of your neck

I need respect, I’m taking *************t higher

Make you firearm backfire and light your arm on fire

You stupid *************

(Chorus: Celph Titled)

Pull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty

No more rap *************t, just heavy artillery

We the type of *************s that’s quick to blow your mug off

Serving mother ******s beat downs with extra thug sauce

Pull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty

No more rap *************t, just heavy artillery

We the type of *************s that’s quick to blow your mug off

Serving mother ******s beat downs with extra thug sauce

(Verse 3: Celph Titled)

Watch how I run through your clique

And straight kill every homeboy

Y’all *************s softer than the Pill*************ury doughboy

******g *************, you eat ************* nuggets and love it

Watching a Richard Simmons tape

And jack off after you dub it

Celph Titled is known to leave heads severally bleeding

And keep crack heads on my block fiending

If your rhymes are poisonous, I’ll make you eat your words

My gun talk money, imagine all the heat you could earn

Record a joint with me featuring you getting beat the ************* up

In a sound booth with a busted mics in front of your ******g wife

Rocking prosthetic limbs, your crew copped the boot leg

Call the police, you all shook daddy, ************* we two feds

Ain’t another spic realer than me

I give a ************* about hip hop, I’m just in it for cheese

And if this music don’t work, I’ll just find another hustle

You probably hate me for saying that *************t so I say ************* you

I kick rhymes on mad records just cause I can

You wish to spit bars on vinyl, but you’ll never have fans

By the time you get a chance to have your first single out

My discography is countless with six figure amounts

The God Celph Titled, contested by no one

*************s want to bring it, you can catch me at a show, dun

************* that, son who, gun you,

Look what I done to, young crews that tried to come through

*************s owe me loot, they turn up like rafts and canoes

I’m laughing at dude for thinking he as raw as my crew

From the NY boroughs and alleys to Hill*************orough County

My name ring bells like free phone *** rallies

The Rubix Cuban, unsolvable

Shoot out the voice box of emcees and leave them inaudible

An entrepreneur, your crew rocking my line of body bags

In the Chrome Depot, we got shopping bags full of gats

(Chorus: Celph Titled)

Pull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty

No more rap *************t, just heavy artillery

We the type of *************s that’s quick to blow your mug off

Serving mother ******s beat downs with extra thug sauce

Pull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty

No more rap *************t, just heavy artillery

We the type of *************s that’s quick to blow your mug off

Serving mother ******s beat downs with extra thug sauce