[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I'm comin to your classroom 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 runnin from shit bitch we ain't scared
You ain't gonna disrespect a vet
With a choppa that (got shell catchers)
Won't be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough
Goddammit I be the shit fo sho'
Celph Titled in the mothafuckin spot
Motherfuckers get shot, motherfuckers will hit the floor
When my above the margin thugs are barging in
Your whole parliament turn butter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon cartridge sparkin
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 Sabertooth
My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathing suit
[Chorus: Demoz]
Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol
You can kill a cambodian can't kill a pharaoh
Kill a african, spanish, nigga your fuckin niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, kill yourself but not a fuckin pharaoh
[Verse 2: Demoz]
Believe you not in the league
And obviously you blind to see
You not in the league
You bi wannabe
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 would’ve thought?
That I woulda been something you woulda bought
Cause you woulda though
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 cock 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 shit
Don’t know shit when the coppers around
I ain’t never seen Jay copping the pound
I ain’t never seen Vinnie drivin' a Crown Victoria Ford
At the scene of a homicide case
With a look on his face like fuck you now
Fuck him, fuck 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
[Chorus: Demoz]
Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol
You can kill a cambodian can't kill a pharaoh
Kill a african spanish nigga your fuckin niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, kill yourself but not a fuckin pharaoh
[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 descreet 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 percise, like you was poked with clean needles
I don't drag my brother into it cause hes peaceful
But Vinnie takes alot of shots like Japanese people
In fact I take alot of shots like Kobe does
I don't smoke the rock anymore but the homie does
Stoupe the first mother fucker to show me drugs
And how to keep the mother fuckers face on a Folgers mug
You a bitch, 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 livin that shows me love
And anybody hatin on the god you can hold your slug
[Chorus: Demoz]
Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol
You can kill a cambodian can't kill a pharaoh
Kill a african spanish nigga your fuckin niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, kill yourself but not a fuckin pharaoh
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