Mad Ammo

'You know I love the way its goin down (goin down)'
[Talking Intro]
Uhhhh
(Yeah, Stand Out.. Celph Titled.. FT!)
Rugged Man, Buckwild ... Lets do it!
[Chorus] [Celph Titled:]
('Uh-uh-oh') These rappers better watch out
Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
('Uh-uh-oh') And yaint know what this about
We got a hundred rounds, ******* we aint come to talk it out
('Uh-uh- oh') Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
And body yall without a mutha****** bodyguard
('Uh-uh-oh') Everybody face gettin scarred
Play with God and you gon come face to face with a shark
[Verse One] [FT:]
Haters be tryin to keep F a secret
Eat ******, Im not the one to beef with
Peep this, dog, you gon rest in pieces
For actin like Sylvester, Garfield, Heathcliff
******* MCs I run thru yo *******t
Like a untrained blue-nosed pit who wont quit
Foamin at the mouth cause the ******* is sick
Im screamin six words: ****** you and suck my ****** !
You will get served steppin to me
I guarantee you gon see somethin you probablyd never would see
On top is where Im destined to be
Stop yappin, I make you quit rappin indefinitely
And I make hits effortlessly, Mr. F-to-the-T
Is gettin money, smokin medicine leaves
To be honest its a deadly disease
Im way ahead of my league, layin verses for incredible fees
I got a incredibleflow, competitors know
Not to ask for a chance, Im not lettin it go
Give me money, cash and ass instead of the blow
You gon make me spaz and smash yo head in the do, fool
[Chorus] [Celph Titled:]
('Uh-uh-oh') These rappers better watch out
Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
('Uh- uh-oh') And yaint know what this about
We got a hundred rounds, ******* we aint come to talk it out
('Uh-uh-oh') Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
And body yall without a mutha****** bodyguard
('Uh-uh-oh') Everybody face gettin scarred
Play with God and you gon come face to face with a shark
[Verse Two] [Celph Titled:]
Double barrel from my vocal booth, I shoot with both lungs
Find me in Beirut with blow guns, Im Babe Ruth with home runs
Youre a crackhead with base hits
Preachin to the choir like Mase did
They put a price on my head, I asked em how much it was
Told em find the guy who put the hit, and Ill double it up
No you cant run circles around us, triangular force
BUCK, one round each
Bring war like a rudeboy shotta, steel alloy binoculars
Peepin ya movements, (Whys he abusive?)
Cause its easy to do it
Have ya jaw wired, now a straws required to eat some soup *******t
******* get souped quick, wanna know how the meat taste
On a man focused on his briefcase
Haagen-Das cheesecake at fancy restaurants
Even my chicken breast got a bulletproof vest on
[Chorus] [Celph Titled:]
('Uh-uh-oh') These rappers better watch out
Cause we the livest in the house, boy without a doubt
('Uh-uh-oh' ) And yaint know what this about
We got a hundred rounds, ******* we aint come to talk it out
('Uh-uh-oh') Yeah we party hard like Mardi Gras
And body yall without a mutha****** bodyguard
('Uh-uh-oh') Everybody face gettin scarred
Play with God and you gon come face to face with a shark
[Verse Three] [RA The Rugged Man:]
Mic check one to the two-a, baby Imma do ya
And act like I never knew ya, Im a dirtbag loser, use ya, abuse ya
You better pray I dont choose ya, Ill bloody you and bruise ya
Take you off the streets and recruit ya, you money makin, its ya money Im takin
Takin ya cake and cookin ya crack and get it shakin and bakin
You basically basin since 80s and Ronald Reagan
Wigga-wack, jaw crack, sugar pop, dig em smack
See me rip a track, young hoes sippin similak
Bring it back, Im shovin pipes up the asses of dykes
****** womens rights, I got more ******* on me than hermaphrodites
You hear what Im doin? Then say no more
I can smash you with punchlines from 94
Swing, chop, bloody axe, Im sendin bodies to their graves
Im the proof to the theory that white men come from caves
Opposite of pacifist, if you Catholic Im like a nun with a ruler
Slappin ya wrist, Im hazardous when Im packin the cannon
Im back in this *******, Rugged Man, is he man or a myth?
Is he baggin ya chick, is he punchin or is his stamina sick?
Buck he always stayed street, I was down with Buck in the early 90s
When he was puttin sleigh bells in every beat
Im like do that, ya ******s for cover cause Im like more than High Strung
I get slightly dumb, how many styles have I begun, come on!
[Outro Sample]
'You know I love the way its goin down'