[Verse 1: Celph Titled] Im coming to your cla**room strapped like Kindergarten Cop (I)End the starters (I) am the hardest artist to rock (I)
Roll over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene
When the hammer bust we start a war we carnivores that need to eat
Aint running from sh** b**h we aint scared, you aint gonna disrespect a vet
With a chopper that (got shell catchers) wont be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough, goddamnit I be the sh** fo sho
Celph Titled in the motherf**in spot, motherf**ers get shot mother f**ers will hit the floor
When my above the margin thugs are barging in
Your whole parliament turn bu*ter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon cartridge sparking often involved in carving apart kids in they apartment/ And
You cant see me from this angle/ True
But the torch on my arm will show you what a four alarm blaze will do
The Cuban Caucasian dude lacerations from Sabretooth
My b**hes hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathing suit [Chorus: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow, f** a Christmas carol
You can k** a Cambodian cant k** a pharaoh
k** a African Spanish n***a your f**ing niece
k** the president, terrorist, k** a f**ing priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
k** a hustler, customer, k** a white man
See the moral of the story is you can spare ammo and anybody k** yourself but no a f**ing pharaoh [Verse 2: Demoz] I believe you not in the league
And obviously you blind to see you not in the league
You might wanna be on wine back you high on the E
I move like Mohammed Ali
Test me, you wont want to be my
Food for thought, who wouldve thought?
That I woulda been something you woulda bought
Cause you wouldve thought I wouldve been
Too perked up to prove it again
Too perked up to lose it again
When you press got me moving my pen
And I aint rolling around, shot in his head and a hole in the ground
I aint gotta wait, my moment is now
I gotta hate Imma flow out of town
I aint gotta fake like Im holding the pound
I aint got eight, I got four in the round
Get shot when the hot trey Glock is co*ked and it popped and it sure enough fold you clowns (?)
Call the coroner now
I aint trying to stop till Im ninety and sick
Die like Bonnie and Clyde in the whip
Flows so sick it reminds you of sh**
Dont know sh** when the coppers around
I aint never Jay copping the pound
I aint ever seen vinnie ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a homicide
With a look on his face like f** you now
f** him, f** her, you can hate me now
You keep on going till it break me down
Imma keep on spitting till they take me down [Chorus: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow, f** a Christmas carol
You can k** a Cambodian cant k** a pharaoh
k** a African Spanish n***a your f**ing niece
k** the president, terrorist, k** a f**ing priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
k** a hustler, customer, k** a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spare ammo and anybody k** yourself but no a f**ing pharaoh [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Im hesitant to meet people, I have a tendency to eat people
My team feeds you the priest on the discreet steeple
I dont listen to anything you perceive legal
Turn a Christian to anything you would deem evil
Left with holes is how the sub machine leave you
Small and precise, like you was poked with clean needles
I dont drag my brother into it cause hes peaceful
But Vinnie takes a lot of shots like Japanese people
In fact I take a lot of shots like Kobe does
I dont smoke the rock anymore but the homie does
Stoupe the first mother f**er to show me d**
And how to keep the motherf**ers safe in the Folgers mug
You a b**h, you dont do what a soldier does
If I was you Id move into the left like Miss Hova does
Peace to everybody living that shows me love
And anybody hating on the god you can hold your slug [Chorus: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow, f** a Christmas carol
You can k** a Cambodian cant k** a pharaoh
k** a African Spanish n***a your f**ing niece
k** the president, terrorist, k** a f**ing priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
k** a hustler, customer, k** a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spare ammo and anybody k** yourself but no a f**ing pharaoh