Army Of The Pharaohs - Ripped To Shreds lyrics

[Verse 1: Celph Titled] I'm comin 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 runnin from sh** b**h 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 sh** fo sho' Celph Titled in the mothaf**in spot Motherf**ers get shot, motherf**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 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 b**hes hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathing suit [Chorus: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow, f** a christmas carrol You can k** a cambodian can't k** a pharaoh k** a african, spanish, n***a your f**in niece k** the president, terrorist, k** a f**in priest Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand k** a hustla, customer, k** a white man See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, k** yourself but not a f**in 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 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' a 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 [Chorus: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow, f** a christmas carrol You can k** a cambodian can't k** a pharaoh k** a african spanish n***a your f**in niece k** the president, terrorist, k** a f**in priest Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand k** a hustla, customer, k** a white man See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, k** yourself but not a f**in 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 f**er to show me d** And how to keep the mother f**ers face on a 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 livin that shows me love And anybody hatin on the god you can hold your slug [Chorus: Demoz] Light a candle in the snow, f** a christmas carrol You can k** a cambodian can't k** a pharaoh k** a african spanish n***a your f**in niece k** the president, terrorist, k** a f**in priest Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand k** a hustla, customer, k** a white man See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, k** yourself but not a f**in pharaoh