Letras Extra Thug Sauce | Guttamouf (featuring) | Celph Titled [featuring] | J-Zone - Majik Most, Celph Titled, Guttamouf

Extra Thug Sauce | Guttamouf (featuring) | Celph Titled [featuring] | J-Zone

We done fucked up royally this time\nYou fucked up royally this time!\nIt’s over for you\nYeah, haha, we ain’t nothing but psychotic motherfuckers in here\nI’m an equal opportunity cap buster\nWhite, Black, Spanish, it don’t matter\nSixteen make you cough up your gall bladder\nEven if you a bitch, it means no different\nIt doesn’t matter if you wear bullet resistant\nI smack motherfuckers and leave barrel imprints\nI represent the mentally, unstable\nWho usually end up dead, or in jail\nWhile you get your coffee, George Cheeba get lunch with Lucifer\nHad breakfast with the grim reaper\nTreat your body to a lead diet\nIf you don’t, shut the fuck up and be quiet\nI’m God’s gift to your motherfucking photo\nSpit on your photo, shit on your promo\nWith me, running around, get a bullet proof do-rag\nPortable IV and a mother fucking shit bag\nPull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty\nNo more rap shit, just heavy artillery\nWe the type of niggas that’s quick to blow your mug off\nServing motherfuckers beat downs with extra thug sauce\nPull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty\nNo more rap shit, just heavy artillery\nWe the type of niggas that’s quick to blow your mug off\nServing motherfuckers beat downs with extra thug sauce\nAy yo, I’m coming to your city and I’ll probably be\nRolling with a posse, that will eat a homeless woman’s pussy\nWhile playing Pavarotti they’ll be fishing your body\nOut of Lake Erie in Michigan\nWith a Michelin tire wrapped around your midsection\nI’m stepping on your corpse with a quart of your blood\nAll over my corduroys\nWhile I bring the noise and strychnine and poison\nYeah, the type of shit I spit will leave you hollow inside\nSo motherfuck rap cats who can’t get live:\nI’m kicking hardcore lyrics till the age of 85\nUntil I retire, I’m only getting nicer\nI’ll slam your fucking face down on a deli slicer\nYou’re crazy shook, rocking a Kevlar vest\nA bullet took your head off and left a little piece of your neck\nI need respect, I’m taking shit higher\nMake you firearm backfire and light your arm on fire\n… You stupid bitch\nPull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty\nNo more rap shit, just heavy artillery\nWe the type of niggas that’s quick to blow your mug off\nServing motherfuckers beat downs with extra thug sauce\nPull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty\nNo more rap shit, just heavy artillery\nWe the type of niggas that’s quick to blow your mug off\nServing motherfuckers beat downs with extra thug sauce\nWatch how I run through your clique\nAnd straight kill every homeboy\nY’all niggas softer than the Pillsbury doughboy\nFucking faggot, you eat dick nuggets and love it\nWatching a Richard Simmons tape\nAnd jack off after you dub it\nCelph Titled is known to leave heads severally bleeding\nAnd keep crack heads on my block fiending\nIf your rhymes are poisonous, I’ll make you eat your words\nMy gun talk money, imagine all the heat you could earn\nRecord a joint with me featuring you getting beat the fuck up\nIn a sound booth with a busted mics in front of your fucking wife\nRocking prosthetic limbs, your crew copped the bootleg;\nCall the police, you all shook daddy, nigga we two feds\nAin’t another spic realer than me\nI give a fuck about hip hop, I’m just in it for cheese\nAnd if this music don’t work, I’ll just find another hustle;\nYou probably hate me for saying that shit so I say «fuck you!»\nI kick rhymes on mad records just cause I can\nYou wish to spit bars on vinyl, but you’ll never have fans\nBy the time you get a chance to have your first single out\nMy discography is countless, with six figure amounts\nThe God Celph Titled, contested by no one\nNiggas want to bring it, you can catch me at a show, dun\nFuck that, son who, gun you\nLook what I done to, young crews that tried to come through\nNiggas owe me loot, they turn up floatin' like rafts and canoes\nI’m laughing at dude for thinking he as raw as my crew\nFrom the NY boroughs and alleys to Hillsborough County\nMy name ring bells like free phone sex rallies\nThe Rubix Cuban, unsolvable\nShoot out the voice box of emcees and leave them inaudible\nAn entrepreneur, your crew rocking my line of body bags\nIn the Chrome Depot, we got shopping bags full of gats\nPull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty\nNo more rap shit, just heavy artillery\nWe the type of niggas that’s quick to blow your mug off\nServing motherfuckers beat downs with extra thug sauce\nPull out the heat, it’s about to get dirty\nNo more rap shit, just heavy artillery\nWe the type of niggas that’s quick to blow your mug off\nServing motherfuckers beat downs with extra thug sauce