Who What When Where (feat. Majik Most) - Celph Titled

Now I ain’t gon' make this easy if you got health complications

Stick chords with my pitchfork, it’s Hell’s obligation

I’m like Ming the Merciless;

when the bullets sting

They’ll be hurtin' less than the flames cause they’ll be burnin' flesh

Scorchin' the hair off your scalps and faces

Now your crew looks like Onyx as leukemia patients

Too much lighter fluid’ll do it, explode your whole chest

Leave you «Black on Both Sides» like we barbecuin' Mos Def!

And I don’t hate people by race color or creed

To put it simple, I’m just hatin' every motherfuckin' thing that breathes

And I’m so raw, I make everything in the freezer look well done

Celph Titled is hell son, psychopath with a welding gun

And we ain’t holdin' back, we holdin' macs

M-1, 12 gauge and a couple G-36 HK’s

And they blaze, every round off;

bullets fly

Hit your best man and shoot your bitch’s wedding gown off

Who?!

— The fuck wanna war with our crew?

What?!

— The fuck y’all cats gonna do?

When!

— We start to fire the lead

Where!

— Your thoughts rest inside of your head

Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun

You just, fucked up, look what, you’ve done

Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun

You just, fucked up, look what, you’ve done

You’re not a dunn, you’re a white kid named Dan

Tossed you and your fam through an industrial fan

It’s Majik Most, now everybody knows who I am

German fans, SoundScan puttin' money in my hand

I’m the type to host a luncheon in a dungeon, man

And torture your grandma while I’m munchin', man

I’ll rip you out the picture like a dolphin Dolph Lundgren

I’ll battle you, your crew, your gay-ass cousin

My name buzzin' on the streets?

Nah, that’s my chainsaw

Wrap your head in C-4, launch it off the seesaw

You never seen raw before, I deattach your skull

Now you look like Skeletor with a positive AIDS test

Stressed out, you get punched in your mouth

Punt heads up North, and they land down South

With your body in the desert you won’t be so fresh

When vultures pick at your neck and have a picnic in your chest

Who?!

— The fuck wanna war with our crew?

What?!

— The fuck y’all cats gonna do?

When!

— We start to fire the lead

Where!

— Your thoughts rest inside of your head

Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun

You just, fucked up, look what, you’ve done

Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun

You just, fucked up, look what, you’ve done

Yeah, yo

Now, let’s get it straight nigga the name’s Celph Titled

Don’t just hold weight, this man right here hold chrome plates

And gun parts, assorted explosives

That take you out of your body, talkin' to Jesus like Joseph

And I’ll split up your skull into fragments from the gat pressure

Cause you don’t even look evil, you just a bad dresser

When me and Majik Most shoot up and grip tecs

We shoot until your polyester shirt turn to fishnet!

Yo, wanna know the difference?

Yo, just check this

I’m a star in a stretch limo, you know my steez

You at the bus terminal with a terminal disease

I crush your egg chest, leave your face faceless

Neck brace and abrasions, your face in the pavement

You’ll be pavin' the way, for Teethless Entertainment

You think you’re the Rainman?

I’m reignin', like Raiden

Raisin' my hands, shootin' lightning bolts at your fam

Who?!

— The fuck wanna war with our crew?

What?!

— The fuck y’all cats gonna do?

When!

— We start to fire the lead

Where!

— Your thoughts rest inside of your head

Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun

You just, fucked up, look what, you’ve done

Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun

You just, fucked up, look what, you’ve done