| Yeah, hahaha
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| Brat, brat, brat!
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| Yeah!
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| All I need is a mic and a crowd to react
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| You fall deeper in style, it’s hard to breath
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| (Said word!)You picked the wrong head!
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| I don’t give a fuck anymore
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| This one’s for you, it’s time to rock!
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| Army of the Pharaohs, Celph Titled, let’s do this, what, what, yeah, yo
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| Well if 50 got shot nine times and ain’t die
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| I’mma shoot your ass fifty times with 99 nines
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| Throw knives, daggers and darts, ya’ll just faggots at heart
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| You can try to run home boy I throw javelins far (Yeah!)
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| This is the Army but we don’t rock camouflage
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| We’ll dress you up in a suit made out of bandage gauze
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| Barnes and Noble rappers
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| Yeah you far from crooks
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| You was charging books at the same time my charge was booked
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| Give me a harder look and I’ll slaughter all of ya’ll
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| No hands and no feet you lucky to be crawlin' off
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| Your next birthday call it off (Why?)
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| Cause I got party favors with an open bar servin' molotovs
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| Some say I’m gangsta rap, others say I’m horror core
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| I say I’m Suge Knight at the '95 Source Awards
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| We swingin' swords for sure
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| You better gather yourself
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| After my verse fuck face that’s what the chorus for
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| All I need is a mic and a crowd to react
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| You fall deeper in style, it’s hard to breath
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| (Said word!)You picked the wrong head!
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| I don’t give a fuck anymore
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| This one’s for you, it’s time to rock!
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| Demoz, Demoz, Demoz
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| It’s the Army of the Pharaohs
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| I don’t fear junkies the Feds want me, it’s the Costa Rican Ted Bundy
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| Desert Eagle on my waist, fuck some bread monkeys
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| Touch my commissary hungry yous a dead bunky
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| You get buried in dirt, I’ll McFlurry your earth
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| I’ll let off like January the first
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| Leave 'em lit like the 4th of July you either forfeit or die
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| Knife in your throat with a fork in your eye
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| Me and Vinnie spit amity rap
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| I bring life to the game, I’m sixteen like a battery pack
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| Get your whole fucking cavity cracked
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| Get your family clapped, I shotgun your whole family splat
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| That’s your fucking son face on the wall
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| You got Satan involved look I ain’t got no patience at all
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| Retaliation is the key to compete so when you see me don’t reach
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| Get low like you’re cleaning your sneaks, motherfucker!
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| All I need is a mic and a crowd to react
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| You fall deeper in style, it’s hard to breath
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| (Said word!)You picked the wrong head!
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| I don’t give a fuck anymore
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| This one’s for you, it’s time to rock!
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| Yo, yo
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| I’m the resurrection of Leather face
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| I am the shotty at his head and waist
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| Then wrap his body up in plastic leave him dead in lakes
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| I told you rappers Vinnie Paz is worse than seven snakes
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| I’m a statue spittin' venom at you at the heavens gates
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| It’s black magic when I’m rapping' I can levitate
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| Murk your whole entire rapping faction, cousin, set a date
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| It’s the only word describing Pazienza devastate
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| I’m clappin' now while asking questions later I don’t hesitate
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| I’m not concerned with human lives so you can vegetate
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| How many pounds of pressure does it take for human legs to break?
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| My blood lust is never quenched it’s like an endless chase
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| I’ll show you the mathematics of God and quickly end your faith
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| Celph, where the Desert Eagle cousin, shred his face
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| Show them the type of carnage that bullets in the head creates
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| We the reason that rappers never enter several states
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| And the reason that Darwin separated men from apes
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| All I need is a mic and a crowd to react
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| You fall deeper in style, it’s hard to breath
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| (Said word!)You picked the wrong head!
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| I don’t give a fuck anymore
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| This one’s for you, it’s time to rock! |