Artist: Celph Titled & Buckwild Album: Nineteen Ninety Now Song: Wack Juice Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ INTRO: Flave ] Aiyo Celph, there's a lotta wack shit goin on, man Lot of motherfuckers drippin with wack juice and all that Bitch-ass motherfuckin garbage music on the internet Niggas wearin tight jeans and mohawks Like my boy Hov said: I don't wear skinny jeans cause my nuts don't fit But Celph, let these niggas know [ VERSE 1: Celph Titled ] Motherfucker, I came to set it off (What you mad for?) These amateurs destroy the whole rap platform (Word?) Think I'm wrong? Check the facts You'd be hard-pressed to find a fan that's just a fan that don't rap Everybody got a song, everybody got a mixtape Braggin 'bout the verses that they purchase offa MySpace They ain't buyin records, they workin on their records And postin bulletins to make sure you heard their records I get fan mail, you write spam mail All about your CD that for some reason just can't sell I wonder why is that (I wonder) Is your flow not hard, lyrics ain't on point, production not up to par? Or... ah... you don't spit hot enough bars? Or cause you're little Timmy and you're just fuckin soft? Your voice sound lame as hell (True) You can't command a track, plus you use the mic that came with your Dell (Dude) Made a internet music page, posted some songs up Beg people to check them, but then they say they all suck It ain't my fault that you're wack It's my fault for not makin this track sooner I'm the Demigodz gat shooter, the AOTP crack mover With impactful maneouvers send jabs at losers like I'm Zab Judah (He ain't talkin 'bout me at all) Bitch, you're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off [ HOOK ] You're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off You're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off You're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off (You're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off) --> Canibus [ VERSE 2: Celph Titled ] I bring it straight to ya, I won't kick no weirdo literature Over trash beats with a stupid-ass time signature Think you're so fresh movin rap forward? But that's when I'm pressin fast forward If the future of hip-hop is some faggots with mohawks Tight clothes and women scarfs, then I'm gone Back to that gutter, back to that basement Back to real live microphone skills and not gay shit I really didn't understand it when I heard these joints It's like on purpose they try to rap with a nerdy voice (Is you serious?) My mindstate's like a bitch on a rag - I just don't like you, period I'll be a rock star and aim my Fender where your heart at You better guard that, I'm Rick Rubin, here's guitar stabs I'm the missile and the satellite I'm the assassin type goin out blastin like the end of Scarface Remember that gun Al Pacino had? Picture that except it's aimin dead at a emo fag Me and Buckwild will shut y'all down With a box of S-950 discs to ( ? ) So when I see some hipsters in Williamsburg I'ma ignite they heads yellin "Dance!" while them bitches burn You little fairy fucks get the dick sauce Cause you're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off [ HOOK ] [ VERSE 3: Celph Titled ] If you're drippin with wack juice I can't help y'all You can't get it off, can't get a dog to lick it off Matter of fact, can't get a dog to lift a paw I love vicious assaults and that's why I did this song Oh you're a hater on the sideline sayin Celph is corny Celph is wack, Celph is this, Celph is that You know what's funny 'bout that? (What?) It's your very own mouth the name Celph is comin out at (Damn) (So what about them clowns that say you're weak?) Is they buggin, cocksucker, they wish they could spit my speech And be the Granddaddy Grenade Man Runnin the motherfuckin show like Ferris Bueller at parade jams Rollin with Diggin In The Crates fam The Landmine Lieutenant, underground hip-hop's new name brand (Recognize) Pay homage or you pay the cost (You're drippin with wack juice and you can't get it off)