No Celebs Songtext
von Dom Dirtee

Yeah
Fuck you Fuck you
You cool (no you′re not)
And fuck yo life!
Uh!
Look, the lead'll be flying
He said he was nice back then
But he get better with time (stupid)
Every rhyme is a Snapple fact
I′ll knock most of these rappers out with a half a smack

Had the packages wrapped, in the Cadillac
North Cackalack to Mass
Back to Hackensack
Worldwide money getter, dime honey hitter
Put it in her stomach she said it
Felt like a hundred sit ups


The blunt is lit up The beef is dead
Homicide get to lookin for your body like an Easter egg
(I found him!)
The coupe is blue, we paintin the town red
Get ready for the wave, we goin over your head

I'm in this crib just going over this bread
Merch game so strong, starting to attract the FEDS
Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm... To the Head
I'm like God standing over your body
You probably dead
(BRAAAAAAAAAAT!!)

I aint fuckin with no celebs (Nope!)
I′m tied to the street, we hustlin for this bread
These customers getting fed, puffin only the best
I serve a hundred cuddies before I get out of bed

Your lady loves my sheets
A thousand count on the spread
(Gunther!)
Its Nems, Term, and Fev
This is as good as it get
And you be hating all the time playa I can see it
There′s ramps on your door
Now you paraplegic
(Skrrrrrrrrrt!)


I ain't fuckin with no celebs (nah you)
I ain′t fuckin with no celebs (you gahbage)
I ain't fuckin with no celebs
Put a camera in my face, I′m rocking you in your head
(3 piece with a biscuit)
I ain't fuckin with no celebs (fuck outta here)
I ain′t fuckin with no celebs (your last movie was trash)
I ain't fuckin with no celebs
Put a camera in my face, I'm rocking you in your head
(BAAW!)

With it′s beef, you tap out
Fuck what you rap bout
(Nobody Cares)
I put a wreath at your hoodrats house
(Merry Christmas)
My family is psychos, killers
I′m the most humble one
And I still bust my gun huh
(BAAW!)
And I'll still snuff ya son, ma
(Hold that homie)
That lil pussy is buns, ha
BUNS
He can go and get his guns
I′ll stomp him out in front of the church
The Rev will run, ha!

I'm at 125th at the fish spot
Your baby moms pay for everything that the kid got
I pressed your favorite rapper made him come off of the wrist watch
Middle of the projects, laughing at hip-hop
(HAHAHAHA)

I made your shit pop
I made your chick hot
You aint sell nothing
Your shit was a big flop
(Triple Wood)
Yeah all my shit rock
I′m up in the WIC spot
Food stamps, cash yeah im holding a big knot
(CHA CHING)

Your baby mother swallowed my dick snot
(Gunther)
So I took that bitch to the wig shop (Get whatever you want)
Your fuckin daughter looks like chris rock (Big-ass teeth)
I'm in Coney Island holding the big glock
(BRAAAAAAAAAAT!!)

Yo yo Aint no rapper that you name that′s better than Fev
Every four bars the big UFO do his thing
Shit is a breeze, I'm in the hood rolling up trees
They lookin for me, but I'm right where I be
Know the kid!

I ain′t fuckin with no celebs (fuckin weirdo)
I ain′t fuckin with no celebs (your perfume is wack)
I ain't fuckin with no celebs
Put a camera in my face, I′m rocking you in your head
HOLD THAT
I ain't fuckin with no celebs (fuck your causes)
I ain′t fuckin with no celebs (fuck your charities)
I ain't fuckin with no celebs
Put a camera in my face, I′m rocking you in your head

BUNG BUNG BUNG!
You already know what the fruck it is
Yo Dom, you a dirty mothafucka
Gorilla Nems
Termanology
My man Pony Danza, aka UFO
We out here
Yeah
Brooklyn
Oh hold up, I almost forgot
I almost forgot to tell you, sincerely
From the bottom of my muthafuckin heart...
FUCK YO LIFE!!!