Poltergeist - Capitole D, Celph Titled

Bitch

Poltergeist, Celph Titled, and Capitole D

Fuckers

Yeah, yo

I hear the demons talkin' in my head, tellin' me to murk somethin'

Spray bottle filled with strychnine, press the squirt button

You a hater and we blastin', my fan club street team members just happen to be

trained assassins

Stash in the barn yard, it’s bail money

Put the yay in Glad bags, weigh 'em on the scale for me

The evil in me, it lives there

Drive your family van into a zoo exhibit, and leave your kids there

So ease off the tough guy act

When I squeeze, slugs fly at your snapback hat, make the brim fly back

The Glock’ll punish you

Say you handle beef, but you work at the store stocking Lunchables

Once your rigor mortis sets, I’m throwin' up my set

Detonatin' dynamite on your grave and shootin' up what’s left

So next time you crowd surf, come out your skirt

I make the pounds work and leave your body in the outskirts

See, I remember everything like it coulda been last night

Demons creepin' in my house and they try to kill Cap’s life

Manifestation of evil forces when I write

As people waitin' to see my deadly performance on the mic

Memories are faded, everything I get is written down

Flipping trough the pages of the stories like a killa clown

Can you believe that I murdered in mass amounts

Capitole D getting cash and the burner, I fiend to count

What I got, get it any way that I can and I got it now

Flashbacks to my brain it happens in sounds

Backpacks full of weed deliver into your town

I’ll be painting cities green, get you wait for the pounds

Red tear.

yeah, tell me if you like

I’ll rest here every other motherfucking night

In the city that bleeds

You fuckin' with the ghost life

Capitole D and Celph Titled

The poltergeist