"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"To mash muthafuckas like potatoes"

Yeah, Celph muthafuckin' Titled

The God damn 'Hardcore Data'

Muthafucka...

The microphone mutilator, I'll bruise ya crews and neighbors

Do you dudes a favor, show you how to use a razor

(Are you a buddha blazer?) Yes I get zooted major

And all you stupid haters, hit you with computer lasers

I got the smoothest flavor, makin' moves, movin' makers

Off the roof, who's to save ya? (Who's the savior?)

Celph Titled the Rubix Ranger (playa)

Scoopin' paper, when I'm doin' capers

And what's inside this bazooka case'll shoot a crater

In ya screwface and dufus gayfers

My ruthless anger got animal in the zoo behavior

The Uz'll spray ya, lose ya body in a lake

Or tombs and chambers where you'll consume fumes and vapors

(Huh-Hah) We mash fucks like soup and potatoes

It's true we'll do fools in, bury them with the rutabagas

Sooner or later, fine-tuned parachutin' invaders'll

Tear through ya Winnebaga, wearin' suits and aimin' aero-fusion phasers

Ain't talkin' mules and acres

I'm filmin' movies in Bermuda on a cruise to Jamaica

I'm a front tooth eraser, you's a booty shaker

And you'll be found in a pool with barracudas and gators

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"To mash muthafuckas like potatoes"

Yeah, you know what the fuck it is

Still on top, man

It's the muthafuckin' Grand Daddy Grenade Man

Y'all know me, man

Fuck y'all!

Check it, yeah

I'm too real, ill, still will kill

No frills, no gold grills, hold still, hooker-ho, chill

I know you smoke krills, you shouldn't go 'til

I throw you out the mobile in Mobile

Alabama in a pile of ants in pajamas

Surrounded by a thousand salamanders

I'mma bust a round of cannons off

Camoflauged as a Satanic Santa Claus

Ain't another man that's raw, you should turn your cameras on

'Cause I'm bringin' the blammmer sauce, the blicker oil

The trigger boilin' hot from firin' shots, I'll spit it for you

I promise you that, ask momma who's back

The muthafuckin' Montezuma of rap hollerin' BRRAATT!

And that's the way it goes down, you fraudulent foe clown

I'mma put ya skull in the dryer and watch it go 'round

("Oh my God!") I'm salutin' one for y'all

No more shootin' guns at all, I'm boostin' the sun from God

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"To mash muthafuckas like potatoes"

Bitch ass muthafuckas

You thought I was gonna stop doin' this or fall off?

Yo, y'all get back, man

Everybody get back, man

Hold up man, this is Celph muthafuckin'...

So, so, so when I walk in the club with black jeans and a white tee

You're on a walky-talky callin' security: "Hurry please!"

It's Celph and he came strapped, bringin' so much pain that

You can't get enough Novacaine packs

So insane in fact, I was held captive

By unattractive cave women overdosed on Proactiv

("Yo this that shit!") from the dynamite stick expert

With bottle rockets, I flirt with hotter objects of sex

And they flex in my bedroom

Legs spread thick, redhead bitch, boom, with no freckles

She was actually half black / Icelandic

I might land in Spanish, Italian, French

Or whatever the fuck airport they got

At my mansion the size of a Marriot, yes my rhymes are very hot

Wear a vest 'cause when my CDs are pressed

They fly like Japanese ninja stars and they'll injure y'all

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data, because I spit on spectators"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"With the hardcore data with the hardcore data"

"The microphone mutilator with the hardcore data"

"To mash muthafuckas like potatoes"

"I dare the little punk to try to diss me"

I told y'all muthafuckas

That's hardcore, bitch ****

Y'all not hardcore, muthafuckas

We Buckwildin', yo Buck

You know you hardcore, ****

Hardcore tracks

Bringin' shit back, fuck that, yo