Celph Titled - Ripped To Shreds lyrics

[Verse 1: Celph Titled] I'm 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 Ain't running from sh** b**h we ain't scared You ain't gonna disrespect a vet With a chopper that (got shell catchers) It won't 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, motherf**ers gon' 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 can't 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 [Hook: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow f** a Christmas carol You can k** a Cambodian can't k** a pharaoh k** a African Spanish n***a your f**ing niece k** a 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 spit ammo at anybody k** yourself but not a f**ing pharaoh [Verse 2: Demoz] Believe you not in the league And obviously you blind to see You not in the league You bi wannabe on wine back Are you high on the E? I – move like Mohammed Ali, Why? Test me, you won't want to be my Food for thought, who woulda thought? I woulda been something you woulda bought Cause you woulda thought I woulda been Too perked up to prove it again Too perked up to lose it again Man these two presh got me moving my pen And I ain't rolling around Shot in his head lay a hole in the ground I ain't gotta wait my moment is now Why gotta hate I'm the flow of the town I ain't gotta fake like I'm holding the pound I ain't got eight I got four in the round Get shot when the hot trey Glock and it co*k and it pop Sure enough to aim for all you clowns (All you clowns) Call the coroner now I ain't trying to stop till I'm ninety and sick Die like Bonnie and Clyde in the whip Flows so sick it reminds you of sh** Don't know sh** when the coppers around I ain't never seen Jay copping the pound I ain't never seen Vinnie drivin' Crown Victoria Ford At the scene of a homicide case With a look on his face like f** you now f** him, f** her, you can hate me now I'mma keep on blowing till they break me down I'mma keep on spitting till they take me down [Hook: Demoz] [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I'm hesitant to meet people I have a tendency to eat people My team feeds you the priest on the discreet steeple I don't 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 don't drag my brother into it cause he's peaceful But Vinnie takes a lot of shots like Japanese people In fact I take a lot of shots like Kobe does I don't smoke the wakata no more 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 don't do what a soldier does If I was you I'd 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 [Hook: Demoz]