[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] from [bad word] [bad word] we ain’t scared, you ain’t gonna disrespect a vet
With a chopper that (got shell catchers) won’t be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough, goddamnit I be the [bad word] fo sho’
Celph Titled in the [bad word] spot, [bad word] get shot mother [bad word] 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 sparking often involved in carving apart kids in they apartment/ And
You can’t see me from this angle/ [bad word] But the torch on my arm will show you what a four alarm blaze will do
The Cuban Caucasian dude lacerations from Sabretooth
My [bad word] hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathing suit
 [bad word]  Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, [bad word] a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian can’t kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish [bad word] your [bad word] niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a [bad word] priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of the story is you can spare ammo and anybody kill yourself but no a [bad word] pharaoh

[Verse 2: Demoz]

I believe you not in the league
And obviously you blind to see you not in the league
You by ? to be ? you high on the I move like Mohammed Ali
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 would’ve thought I would’ve been
Too perked up to prove it again
Too perked up to lose it again
When ? got me moving my pen
And I ain’t rolling around, shot in his head and a hole in the ground
I ain’t gotta wait, my moment is now
? gotta hate I’mma flow out of 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 is [bad word] and it popped and it sure enough fold 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 [bad word] Don’t know [bad word] when the coppers around
I ain’t never Jay copping the pound
I ain’t ever seen jay coppin a pound
I ain’t ever seen vinnie ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a homicide
Can’t spare the look on his face like [bad word] you now [bad word] him, [bad word] her, you can hate me now
You keep on going till it break me down
I’mma keep on spitting till they take me down
 [bad word]  Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, [bad word] a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian can’t kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish [bad word] your [bad word] niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a [bad word] priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of this story is you can spare ammo and anybody kill yourself but no a [bad word] 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 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 rock anymore but the homie does
Stoupe the first mother [bad word] to show me [bad word] And how to keep the [bad word] safe in the Folgers mug
You a [bad word]  you don’t do what a soldier does
If I was you I’d move into the left l