[Intro: Crypt the Warchild]
Yeah...Once again
It's like this..

AotP, [bad word] #39; this rap [bad word] now
Celph Titled, [bad word] #39; this rap [bad word] now
ES, [bad word] #39; this rap [bad word] now
Warchild, [bad word] #39; this rap [bad word] now

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
It's about to be a [bad word] #39; slaughter in this [bad word] 
We got the awfullest [bad word] burners with the [bad word] grips
We some hardcore crooks, [bad word] alcohol
Never use [bad word] at all, we [bad word] #39; [bad word] raw
Chokin' up your faculty, turn your whole "gang green"
Unload the magazine to your knees, give you a gangsta lean
Military minded, on the A-Train with a deranged brain
I was buildin' the walls of [bad word] way before the flames came
And [bad word] love me with a MAC-11
Tellin' the police sketch artist I look like Jon B. with a deadly weapon
Keepin' it ghetto even when it's war, ock
Rockin' jean shorts and a tanktop, loadin' shells in the tank top
Aimin' the cannon to blast you where you standin'
You could be in Montana campin', but your head'll land in the Hamptons
Won't grin for the camera when you clickin' it at me
But I'll smile with a gun in my hand, I'm trigger happy

 [bad word] x2: Crypt the Warchild + Vinnie Paz]
Listen up, it's murder music 'till your wrist is cut
Fire octane, [bad word] y'all can sip it up
We do this rap [bad word] here so we can live it up
We walk around with hot [bad word] #39;, give it up

[Verse 2: Esoteric]
You could never fathom the level beyond your God or your Devil
If every thought is a pebble (my style's boulder, I told you)
radical rebel and yes the jacket's full-metal
And men I'm hackin' through several (I'm like a soldier, I'll fold you)
blow to [bad word]  heat of the moment
I be meat-cleavin' a bleedin' opponent, he didn't want it
These heathens try to eat off me but they repeatedly clone it
This industry is mine, I can put my feet way up on it
I put my people up on it, my sinister and lethal ministry of evil
Turn a Vinnie Diesel to a skinny weasel
I'm the pinnacle and steeple of this faction, feeble men I'm smashin'
Playin' God? you ain't Jim Caviezel with The Passion
Automatic how I'm causin' havoc, I body maggots
Who thought they brought the static, they probably addicts
And fiendin' for a bag of this antagonistic savageness
You talkin' platinum but ain't crackin' pitchers' batting averages

 [bad word] x2: Crypt the Warchild + Vinnie Paz]
Listen up, it's murder music 'till your wrist is cut
Fire octane, [bad word] y'all can sip it up
We do this rap [bad word] here so we can live it up
We walk around with hot [bad word] #39;, give it up

[Verse 3: Crypt the Warchild]
Don't make me get your [bad word] #39; face broken
I ain't jokin' when I'm flamethrowin'
I'll spit a verse at you to slit your [bad word] #39; veins open
I'll spit a curse or two just to keep the rain pourin'
I'll lift the skirt of you to see you pussies ain't workin'
I'll live to murder you until I see the game's over
We never heard of you and 'cause of that, the name's worshipped
(It's the Army, [bad word]  Get it correct
Or y'all can find sharp things straight embedded in necks
I rep my team to the death, I will slice your people
Wave my flags in the air, plus the knives are lethal
Hottest [bad word] to hit the streets since Nas did Ether
Now we pick at your soul and let your conscience eat ya
And take over, Crypt, Es, and Celph
You reap what you sow, so protect ya health, [bad word] 

[Vinnie Paz]
Yeah [bad word] #33; That's how we get [bad word] #39; down
AotP, Vinnie P., Crypt the Warchild, Celph Titled
Esoteric, Chief Kamach', Planetary, Apathy

 [bad word] x2: Crypt the Warch