Ripped To Shreds

I'm comin' to your classrooms 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 running from shit bitch 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 shit for sho' Celph Titled in the motherfuckin' Spot, motherfuckers get shot Motherfuckers will hit the flo' When my above-the margin thugs Are bargin' in Your whole parliament turn butter soft Like tubs of margarine Awesome arson with a large Carbon cartridge sparkin' Often involved in carvin' 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'll do The Cuban-Caucasian dude Lacerations from sabretooths My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathin' suit Light a candle in the snow F*ck a Christmas carol You can kill a Cambodian Can't kill a Pharaoh Kill a African, Spanish nigga Your fuckin' niece Kill a president, terrorist Kill a fuckin' 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 spit ammo at anybody Kill yourself, but not a fuckin' Pharaoh I believe you not in the league And obviously you blind to see You not in the league You bi wannabe on wine back 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 woulda thought? I woulda been something you woulda bought 'Cause you woulda thought 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 rollin' around Shot in his head lay a hole in the ground I ain't gotta wait my moment is now Why I 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 Flow's so sick, it remind you of shit Don't know shit when the coppers around Why I never seen Jay coppin' a pound? Why I never seen Vinnie drivin' A Crown Victoria Ford At the scene of my homicide case With a look on his face like f*ck you now? F*ck him, f*ck her, you can hate me now I'ma keep on blowin' till They break me down I'ma keep on spittin' till They take me down Light a candle in the snow F*ck a Christmas carol You can kill a Cambodian Can't kill a Pharaoh Kill an African, Spanish nigga Your fuckin' niece Kill a president, terrorist Kill a fuckin' 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 spit ammo at anybody Kill yourself, but not a fuckin' Pharaoh 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 submachine 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 take a lot of Shots like Japanese people In fact, I take a lot of shots like Kobe does I don't smoke the wakata no more But the homie does Stoupe the first muhfucker to show me drugs And how to keep the motherfuckers Safe in a Folgers mug you a bitch You don't do what a soldier does If I was you I'd move it to the left like Miss Hova does Peace to everybody livin' that show me love And anybody hatin' on the god You could hold your slug Light a candle in the snow F*ck a Christmas carol You can kill a Cambodian Can't kill a Pharaoh AOTP, Demoz Demoz, Celph Titled, Rubix Cuban Your momma, your father, your sister And your right hand Kill a hustler, customer, kill a white man Vinne Paz Louie Dogs You can spit ammo at anybody The Genocide General But not a Fuckin' Pharaoh Pharoah Clique