Can't forget Premo's Four Course Meal.

"The sun is here, cover your eyes, all my attributes is dangerous /
My moustache is murderous /
My hip bone will send your clique home with they ribs blown back /
And they wigs sewn to they six pack, cartilage in a gift wrap /
My cartridges click-clack, and leave you and your bitch clapped /
Now your bitch ass need a neck brace with a chin strap..."

"I don't care if you worship, I'll put a bullet in your temple /
Leave you bent and crippled, wife and kids get sentimental"


"I'm Iceberg, but not Slim, more like the type of shit that sunk the Titanic /
Done irreversible damage /
There's no recovery possible, no nurses, no hospitals /
No stuffed bears and get well cards, just Celph spittin' Hell's bars"