Murderer

"The evil genius!"*
 "Green Lantern"
 Yeah, I keep the head for the trophy
 You're newly wed steppin' to the legend of Goldy
 Never let it control me
 My etiquette slowly
 Slips through your defense while I'm checkin' the goalie
 Wow
 Meet the Ice Man
 Face mask simbilan driftin'
 Nice gems, an extraordinary gentleman
 Sweep the villa with petite guerrillas
 Blades on my heels slicin' like Ichi The Killer
 I've got 'em on now
 Spit on my lime and then toast and tough
 Rhythm and rhyme associates
 Aww, humble a band, watch
 Get socked with either hand
 Tak, and we don't knock in a CD of Sedans
 So feel it
 You know the streets is with it
 Never reach the limit
 I keep kickin' through your weak position
 I plant a bomb in the Pentagon
 Masses lovin' it
 Count down for the Demigodz
 Blast the mothership
 Yeah
 A new species
 Your crew's feces
 You better get it right before I have to use these things
 (gun cock) (BLAM!)
 And I ain't messin' around
 The L.A. crown is mine now
 Reppin' for Styles c'mon
 Murderer
 Stop frontin' cause you know you ain't a
 Murderer
 Act willie but you really ain't a
 Murderer
 Every city every town on the drilly we get down
 Kinda gritty so they holler out
 The animal Letigera
 Cheetah cause I eat 'em up
 Fuck off Tequila punk
 You see the Margarita cup?
 Face covered in blood
 Say somethin' what's up
 I got a pump with a full paint bucket of slugs
 One, two, three and to the fo'
 Dead broke and drunk, we snuck up in the show
 Security's a punk so we punched him in the nose
 Like we don't give a fuck
 Cause we're from the west coast
 I pray for my enemies sake we shake hands
 Cause I ain't got nothin' to lose but eight fans
 You got a few bruises, bumps and breaks man
 I hit him with a club like Captain Cave Man!
 Who wanna get up in some shit with Chan?
 Get your whole body sprayed like Mystic Tan
 I'm Saturday Night Liver than a Chris Kattan
 On the mic cause you'll never make the witness stand
 Cause I'm a
 Straight outta mosh pit
 Crazy motherfucker named Celph Titled
 Spittin' evil recitals right out of Hell's Bible
 Wack album on the rack, they coppin' that trash
 So I'm aimin' for the bull's eye
 I target shopping bags
 It'll cost some cash for y'all to get outta this beef
 I heard you can't fight without readin' a tip sheet
 No
 You won't get a deal with Def Jam
 The only way you gettin' signed is makin' music for a deaf man
 Yes man
 Demigodz, thuggin' the movement
 At your photo shoot
 Leave your crew covered in bruises
 Better get you some make up to cover them bruises
 You don't wanna be on your album cover covered with bruises
 You beats is mad wack
 Where the fuck you came from?
 Makin' tracks usin' the same drums as Wang Chung
 My whole crew is insane son
 Real hip hop gangsters
 We'll drive by and tag graffiti with paint guns
 We'll launch missiles that'll rip through your frame
 And cause the FBI to form a search party for your fuckin' brains
 Stop frontin' bro-ham
 Or I'll stick a carrot in your nose like motherfuckin' snowman