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apathy & celph titled - nut reception lyrics

[intro: j-zone & (celph t-tled)]
you can l!ck my baaaaaals. ha ha. (b-tch.)
ayo celph? (what up?)
these motherf-ckers is out here playin’ hide and go seek again
(not that sh-t again.)
so i had to tell the b-tch, “hey baby
i got a jessica alba photo album, my right hand, and 1000 watt microwave
(oh sh-t)
what the f-ck i need you for?”

[verse one: celph t-tled]
there ain’t a thing that you can do to stop us from gettin’ paper
we robbin’ hip hop and comin’ back for more later
hog haters need to stop actin’ pompous
cause i’m the type to knock a conscious rapper unconscious
the most beautifullest thing in this world
is a b-tch with black eyes and a new saloon curl
talk sh-t, i’ll break your jaw instantly
and flip you the bird to add insult to injury
mc’s front like labels be after them
i don’t brush my t–th, my plaque’s already platinum
i never liked skinny hoes put some meat on your bones
and for those that don’t know i’d even f-ck queen latifah
stick my d-ck between her
jiggle them jelly rolls and leave a c-m puddle in her belly hole
i don’t discriminate ma
age ain’t nothin’ but a number, b-tch let me take off that trainin’ bra

[hook: j-zone & celph t-tled]
jz: yo, what you want from us?
ct: we ain’t got nothin’ for you
jz: the game is sold not told
ct: so what you wanna do?
jz: platinum hits
ct: on some real pimp sh-t
both: j-zone & celph t-tled give a f-ck about a b-tch

“y’all l!ck the nuts, bite the nuts, l!ck the nuts
smear the nuts, feel my nuts, grab my nuts” [x2]

[verse two: j-zone]
hey, you, get off my d-ck
you don’t know me but i must know your b-tch
people call my j-zone, some call me back slap
b-tch show loyalty like you work for ascap
cussin’ all loud, drinkin’ s-x on the beach
arrest your development and slur my speech
now these punks wanna preach
b-tch, what is this?
p-ss my bacardi and mind yo business
play hard to get, wanna flirt off me?
i ain’t workin’ for no -ss, i’ll jerk off for free
motherf-ckers call me ignorant
when i moved to bel air
keep a cadillac and still collect welfare
marry you b-tch?
a rock you ain’t gettin’
you get a bullet of a nut, now that’s a shotgun weddin’
wanna f-ck cause i make music? pssst
nice to know ya
i faked an -rg-sm, not i’m a c-m-poser
treat you to dinner?
sl-t you hun-gry?
hope you got a metro card, we goin’ to subway
eatin’ sea food till my arteries close
but you keep goin’ to the bar with these hoes
i need a girl with no t–th and a wooden leg
because she’s happy just to have me and she’s good in bed
and yeah
i drop records but for d-ck they fiend
cause i rock 12 inches, nahmean?

[hook: j-zone & celph t-tled]

[verse three: celph t-tled]
if you a female listen closely
if you a pimp you should take note
we some real hogs that smack hoes
after i’m done with them i leave the p-ssy loose
cause my d-ck is so big you can suck it from the roof
ignorant and handsome
b-tches say i’m dumb hot
listen to my live album and hear gun shots
chicken heads thinkin’ that they’re models and sh-t
but i’ll be p-ssin’ on ’em leavin’ ’em with sparklin’ t-ts
oh that was your girl?
with all them feisty hormones?
i wish i taped it, you should have heard how that wh0r- moaned
shippin’ cds by celph t-tled and j-zone
we’re goin’ gold on the north pole region alone
come holla if you got chips to throw at us
i’m talkin’ real money, no b-tches and no rappers
f-ck with me and get your credibility trashed
make you go from hardcore to emo rap
bllllaaap!

[hook: j-zone & celph t-tled]

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