Album Name : The Gatalog - A Collection of Chaos
Release Date : 2006-10-24
Song Duration : 1:44
Celph Titled Never The Least
I already done heard enough of that faggot shit
Celph Titled comes through with matches lit
Causing gashes ashes to form where your casket sit
I'm passionate smacking bitches on blind dates
An angry rap critic on top of that, I get irate
At my estate we got rooms with medieval tombs
Dead people and priceless spoons
That scoop brains on plates for Montezum
And I assume I'm about ten yards from you camp grounds
With kerosene filled to the brim of my canteens spilling on ant mounds
I play Cee-Lo with-out the dice and roll niggas head instead
'Cause I'm charitable and generous to give out the led
You shook bitches know I carry M72 L.A.W.s
With 66 millimeter rockets cruising above you
What? Your mother said she never love you?
Well she told me
Cause I'm that nigga to hold heat
And make nuggets outta your gold teeth
A sick muthah f..ckah puttin' six muthah f..ckin' slugs
In six muthah f..ckin' arteries and ain't mutha f..ckah hard as me
[Scratches: EMPD 'You Gots To Chill']
"Every now and then a sucka MC gets courageous
Never the least they all R.I.P."