hatt's crib

[Intro]

Stupid motherfuckers. Run, duck, and hide. Die motherfucker die.

Let em know, Celph.

It’s time to bust some heads in.

Let’s go.

Oh yeah.

[Chorus]

Hard to the motherfucking core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run run, we gonna tear the head piece up
Uh huh, you don’t want beef because

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust em in
Lost bust em in
Bust bust em in
Bust bust em in
Bust bust em in

[Verse 1]

AOTP, I’m fresh nice the ice ?
? after the punch like a spiked drink
Sipping Goose till my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
Real niggas survive things and die kings
I can hit that homie, said yo you owe it to me
So it’s no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? Then show it to me
The flow’s majestic, I spit a roll of golden fruities
I’m old school like rolling doobies
Daddyo my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
Nine milli really only defence of my logic
The shotgun just sits in the closet
Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could never stop the thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I treat fools like cooches cause I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids from different school districts
Y’all dipshits will get your spinal discs flipped
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I’m wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick’s lit
Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
Going through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
And holding up the walls of water with my sound waves
Like what I was ? in public execution, half-human half-?
Ap the seed of Rasputin
Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body
And three quarter length fat goose to conceal shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it won’t melt feet
Cause when’s the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I’m a five-star general, the motherfucking main man
Flip a bird, hold a ? with the same hand
And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mixing your IV, turn your anatomy grey
Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not trenched with OPP
I’m obsessed with OCD, a temperamental mental patient
With cyberkenetic onboard computer integration
One of rap’s most innovative voices or flows
In front of missile-command buttons
I look around, all my choices just blow
So now you should know I’m the don of braggadocio
? flamethrower, I’m Cobra Kai and I’m keeping it dojo name goers
Come down and sign up, I’m training soldiers to rhyme
Don’t forget the punchline’s up
Cause you ain’t fucking with the gold beard ? nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I just wrote here oh yeah

Popularity: 2% [?]

Many thanks to fobi for the submission.

[Verse 1: Celph Titled]

I’m coming to your classroom strapped like kindergarten cop/ Ah
In the start (ah) and the hardest artist to rock/ Ah
Roll over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene
When the hammer bust we start a war we carnivores in 3D
Ain’t running from shit bitch we ain’t scared, you ain’t gonna disrespect a vet
Where the chopper at? (got shell catchers) won’t be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough, goddamnit I be the shit fo sho’
Celph Titled hit the motherfucking spot mother fuckers get shot mother fuckers will hit the floor
When my brothers marching thugs are barging in
Your whole parliament turn butter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon got ya sparking often involved in carving apart kids in they apartment/ And
You can’t see me from this angle/ True
But the torch in my arm will show you what a four alarm blaze will do
The Cuban Caucasian dude lacerations from Sabretooth
My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathing suit

[Chorus: Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian can’t kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish nigga your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fucking 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 fucking pharaoh

[Verse 2: Demoz]

Believe you not ? and obviously you blind to see
You not ? to be ? high on the E
I move like Mohammed Ali
Test me, you won’t want to be my
Food for thought, who would’ve thought?
High with ? at the bar
Cause you would’ve thought I would’ve been
Too ? to prove it again
Too ? 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
? trey Glock ? cocked ? for 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 shit
Don’t know shit when the coppers around
I ain’t never ? with the pound
I ain’t never seen Vinnie ? crowd
Victoria ? scene of a homicide
Can’t ? look on his face like fuck you now
Fuck him, fuck 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

[Chorus: Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian can’t kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish nigga your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fucking 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 fucking 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 fucker to show me drugs
And how to keep the motherfuckers safe in the Folgers mug
You a bitch, you don’t do what a soldier does
If I was you I’d move into the left like Miss Jova does
Peace to everybody living that shows me love
And anybody hating on the god you can hold your slug

[Chorus: Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian can’t kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish nigga your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fucking 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 fucking pharaoh

Popularity: 1% [?]

[Verse 1]

I’m in the kitchen cooking up bananas
Cameras on the roofs with the police scanners
By any means I’mma get these papers
Ride with a nigga or catch these vapours
Smooth melodic, cool water with butters on
Got beef with a nigga, save that for another song
Paz on point so he putting his brothers on
Steez still the same, get you murked by a gutter john
Head in the streets cause the whip is spacious
Benz stretched out legs feel like a spaceship
Cheques ain’t clear, I’m hitting y’all with the facts
If the cheque never came I’d hit your mom and a cap
Got the streets on smash, key notes on wax
Hundred pack on iTunes trying to make cream back
Yeah, the key’s cooked and the bricks is stovetop
It’s Chef Boyardee flipping nicks on your whole block

[Verse 2]

Yeah, born in the coldest winter, move and I die a sinner
And while I’m here I’m hustling, get paper with my niggas
Last of a dying breed, Pharaoh clique in your section
Before I leave my rest, kiss my ?, load my weapon
Yeah that’s my right hand man, that fifty cal chrome
Off-safety when I roam, I ain’t never alone
Won’t catch a nigga slipping or catch a nigga dipping
Cause I done mastered my high, you out your mind tripping
Yeah you can come and try, won’t be the smartest move
My bitch ? make it do what it do
Hustler ? of one
Bitch I’m a son of one
My money it got right, copped me another gun

[Verse 3]

These punk bitches get the ? the gas face
I feel like Earnhardt in his last race
This last lap in the game, I’mma hit the throttle
Syze, we celebrate new life, hit this bottle
Plan, I think the situation’s getting hairy
We make them say the Our Father and their Hail Mary
Scary how niggas turn Judas, no trust
I take it back to 5-6 when it was only us
Snakes slither in the grass in the killing field
I manoeuvre through them by sitting in a bigger wheel
You’s a small time hustler, I’m a bigger deal
And that shit you spit will be that shit that get you killed
Ready for war, I’m in it for the long haul
Throwing a molotov sidearm
Yeah, holding the fort with my pipes drawn
I kill everything when this mic’s on, believe it

[Chorus]

Yo f-u-c-k-f-b-i cops, you niggas don’t like my shit
I tell them niggas suck a dirty dick with gonorrhea on the tip
I’m getting money courtesy of your bitch
Nigga it’s the Army Of The Pharaohs, we hood American Idols
You don’t like us? You can suck my dick
I got a ? and an oxy if you feeling suicidal
See that window? Hop out that bitch

[Verse 4]

Nigga think you can ease it then be it but see me not
I’m too heated and weeded to lose it so please be hot
They just fiending to be the most conceited team on the top
I’m leaning to be the most meanest as Biggie and Pac
Man these demons is dreaming ? for their spot
It’s easy to see they just want to be me cause I’m hot
So fuck ? my plot, smoking weed in your ?
And fall dummy to that casket cause they eat at you ?
You can believe it or not, I done sold weed to a cop
Called a case, banged it and rang back to the fiends on my block
Fiends on my block? That’s logical, my flow is phenomenal
I put a couple dots on your block like dominoes
Red beaming them, I stay with my team and them
I keep four nines in the tuck like Steve and them
This my track, a diss like that
Cause when you shoot for a freethrow you miss like Shaq

[Verse 5]

I’m from Killadel county, the killers they all surround me
I’m losing my nigga slowly Poppa Large make him proud of me
If you see Nemi then tell your people to see me
I’m here for the take and holding these streets down, believe me
My nigga Balo, I know your halo is platinum
I’mma see you at the gates, I’ll be rocking something ravishing
The Seven Sacraments made for the sacrificial
The baptismal of rap bristle to sacramental
My rap essentials is murder tracks and pencils
Gat utensils is only used for niggas acting simple
My syllable slice niggas like a caesarean
You killable right? I spit bars like a barbarian

[Verse 6]

I never thought I’d see the day hip hop would give birth to faggots
Mr. T mohawks and Urkel glasses, I’m from a hood where they rob cool kids
And I can’t wear skinny jeans cause my Glock’s too big
Yeah, I got the wildest style, death bears a childish smile
Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Private Pyle
I’m fear order from green onions I peel quarters
What’s rap? I bump Foghat and Creedence Clearwater
Bad moon rising, I’m howling at the bitch
Haters baffled how he spent a thousand on the kicks
I get thousands just to spit, fuck all the drama shit
I don’t make statements, get bank statements and deposit slips
And it’s always gonna be this way
C-notes like study hall in tenth grade
To this day I fuck bitches and get paid
What’s piff? I got the green monster like Fenway

[Chorus]

Popularity: 1% [?]

[Intro: Clip from Troy]

Messenger Boy: The Thesselonian you’re fighting… he’s the biggest man I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t want to fight him.

Achilles: That’s why no one will remember your name.

[Verse 1]

We the poisonous boys in the hood
Voice to deploy and destroy alien barbarians raging on ‘roids
We the ‘89 Raiders, Bo Jackson and uranium
The eighth wonder space hunter, God was an atheist
Deceptacon cannibals eating metal and chemicals
A robotic vampire fangs sinking into wires
Rowdy in the alley, smoke pouring from the tires
To burn my kingdom you must use nuclear weapons
White kids started studying lessons
But with devils in the mental can’t see our reflections
Cut my way out the womb, homemade c-section
(Man you fucked up)
What would give you that impression?

[Verse 2]

You know we’re rushing in, tuck your chin
Knuckles friend, suck it in, cut your kin, puncture skin
Stuck up in the muck again
I’m bucking till they dug up in their motherfucking trunk again
Let em run ? every witness that wasn’t them

[Verse 3]

I’ll fuck up your teeth like cheap fronts
Vegan caterers, you never handled beef once
Nope, the tofu, the soulfood, the vocal choke you
Now you can’t feel me, you’re not supposed to
I’m close to the edge ? mezzanine melodies
Steadily ready to stab like the riff from the melody
Telling me different I’m felony griffing
Melons be dripping, temper wild, Melanie Griffin
Stiffing your body from lifting the shotty, vision of Gotti
Living is probably visual sodomy
Prison lobotomy, the wrong people in your head now
Jail dudes stand up, the king like a head count

[Verse 4]

I’m an animal activist on the run from a hunter
So Sarah Palin be the only cougar I put a gun to
What type of spell am I under? You want a beef? Take a number
I wonder why these younger rappers won’t acknowledge their blunders
I got unquenchable hunger, my stomach rumbles like thunder
I’m real Jedi kid, you a toy Yoda like Tundra
You a scene out the movie 8 Mile, studio puncher
Run to the litter, spit a quitter bullshitter
I’m the definition of driven, the prisoners have arisen
With visions of demolishion and fission through ammunition
I’m wishing cannibalism was a family tradition
I erratic eat your groups over Gladiator loops, listen

[Verse 5]

You think you can beat me with ether
When I’m cooking something fresh and y’all reheating pizza
? a Tech make you move like doo-wop dancers
I’m slicker, bust a flicker, then I moonwalk backwards
You gonna see clouds but no it ain’t the Dreamworks intro
Fire and brimstone and each verse sinful
You thought I was ill? I’m ten googolplexes, top that
My rap’s are phonecalls from Hell so *69 that
You an actual queer, we put a rapper in a bungie sling dummy
We catapulting careers
The world’s most dangerous MC and I’m him
C-dot Title, I’m liable to be a problem
Your album sells like clothes at a nudist club
It’s the dude you love that had that line about that Kuger glove
Yeah, so feel the hurricane force when I murder
My main course is main source, barbeque flame sauce

Popularity: 3% [?]

[Intro]

“Monsieur le juge, ce cahier contient des notes rédigées… J’attire votre attention sur les changements spectaculaires de style d’écriture, de temps et de point de vue. Ce que vous avez sous les yeux, ce sont les pensées intimes de plusieurs personnalités différentes. Si vous me permettez, quelques explications … merci”

Your honour, this notebook contains written notes… Notice the spectacular changes of writing style, of time and of opinions. What you have in front of your eyes are intimate thoughts of many different personalities. If you’ll allow me to explain, thanks.

[Verse 1]

I’ll lick a shot in the sky, a war dawn, y’all gone, cousin Optimus Prime
You a bitch, one of seven hundred Solomon’s wives
I was in Constantinople during Ottoman’s shine
My Glock is a nine, my .38 Wesson a beautiful bitch
You rhyme like a ho find a more suitable pitch
You about to find out why German Lugers exist
Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch
It ain’t a single man living can fuck with the beast
Gay rapper altar boy, you fucking the priest
Fuck a cop dirty pig, we bucking police
Dirtbag can’t make money, he’s stuck in the streets

[Verse 2]

What you thin? I’m sitting in this cage for nothing
If they release me it’s curtains, that’s why I live in the dungeon
All black, nothing lit up, I set up walls
And hang bodies that I hit up, can’t fit us all
Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip
Paz sitting with artillery to blow you to bits
Shit, King Syze with the ghetto whip
All-black Yukon, shoes on everything
Gunplay nowadays more frequent
More real niggas mad falling off the deep end
And your life depends on me
I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze

[Chorus]

Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me

Start a riot in here, now who with me?
Who the fuck gonna ride when the shit gets shifty?
Where my niggas at? I know who ride with me
This Pharaoh shit for life, they gonna die right with me

[Verse 3]

Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pita roll
Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs
I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on
Satanic candles lit in my recording room
I’m making hits singing songs on death of autotune
Put a bear trap on your ankle, drop you off at Footlocker
Mug the manager like what the fuck’s popping?
Punks dropping while I stand tall
You see me, you’ve seen the greatest rapper, modern man’s fall
Electric meat shaver, that’s a modern man’s saw
Precision chop limbs after I bodyslam y’all

[Verse 4]

Hands off, body chopper, bloody opera singer
Satan’s trigger finger, rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer
Freddy Kruger sweater, rock a Beretta, cock her
I dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia before they caught me on security cams
My maturity shows when I take these young rappers and I murder their flows
Including Weezys and Jeezys, if I had a genie
I’d make major label rappers Ice Cubes and EZs
Monster with the freeze when I’m conquering MCs
I be airing rapperes out like we’re sponsored by Febreeze
If you stop to get some Zs I just haunt you in your dreams
Smuggle yey from Medellín and vacation in Belize

[Chorus]

Popularity: 2% [?]

[Verse 1]

Disturbing the peace, swerving in Suburbans from beef
Cops lurking, still searching me for murdering beats
I heard that you sweet, niggas look like girls when you speak
Crying all the time cause I’m around the world with my heat
The urban thief, ? have you heard on the street
You heard that we deep? Nigga we like birds in the tree
Dirty my trees for scuffling in church with the priest
Pharaoh clique clack the rebirth of MCs
First to squeeze, stomp you on your turf if I please
Mercy me, understand the words that I teach
The verse is complete and really what you’re worth to me
Dinosaur Ds and fitteds with the purplest ?

[Verse 2]

You in the big leagues dawg so you better get more raps
Labels more sheisty and they hit you with more stress
This rap shit got fam thinking we more black
Freedom from our contracts, album with more cheques
I came in this game self-centered with big nuts
I watched a lot of big-mouth rappers get jigged up
Now we at the round table holding our drinks up
Or backstage on tour blowing that stink up
As little kids we was all singing
Now with my family drinking under canopies
Reef, A-O, a glimpse on thug fantasy
A fireplace, white gold mantel under our Grammy beats

[Verse 3]

Definition of nice, it just took me a little time
I talk to the mic, you scream at it like Lil’ John
These DVD video shoots lying about
When niggas out here is spitting is true
These little niggas claustrophobic scared to get in the booth
What you spitting is funny, I’m McScrooge, I be swimming in money
Ask for a war you’re getting it from me
Ask for an el, you ain’t getting it from me
Probably a blunt, is you getting me dummy?
Probably a chump, aw nigga you funny
? all my niggas is hungry, now hit em up ?
On my shit again, black mask, Timberlands
Mack out, looking for a crack in the crackhouse
Nigga what you stash ‘bout? Blueprint back route
Fast ? man you fucking fiends with your ass out
Assed out, you’s a fruitcake nigga
I stab you in the back cause I’m two-faced, nigga

[Verse 4]

I am unearthly, I am darkness, the Suns curse me
I let the homicides begin like a young Percy
Anybody competing with me is unworthy
Anyone shooting three at me is in a Suns’ jersey
I was born as a Catholic but the nuns turned me
I was born as a pacifist but the guns turned me
I was born to be a beautiful man
But the ugliness is powerful, I do what I can
That’s why I try to drop a jewel on my man
And told him that the block is hotter than Jerusalem’s sand
I don’t never have to prove who I am
Cause anybody know me know that I’m a ruthless man

Popularity: 2% [?]

[Chorus]

This is the night I’m burning you alive
Right here and no one will hear, you’ll cry in fear
This is the night where I’m sure of your demise in my head
And I will be here to watch you die in fear

? a prayer, are you there?
And I don’t care

[Verse 1]

You either a mark or a killer, me I’m as sharp as a splinter
As cold and harsh as the winters in the heart of December
My limericks ain’t hard to remember but harder to figure
I leave your carcass disfigured, dismembered then carve out your liver
And vital organs, rigor mortis, your corpse is
Niggas hard to record this
I’m thought-provoking with the logic of Vulcans
I’m not into sulking but soaking the bitch 
I’m at sea with the sharks in the moat
And see if his princess carcass can float
Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts
The same old G in this game homie
Still bringing the pain like Sugar Shane Mosley
And you will light a candle to say a prayer
And cry in fear but you still die and I won’t care

[Verse 2]

Ain’t nobody dope as me
Unless you find him in the ill AOTP
So let the ? no seeds, purple hairs blow
? in the tuck ? for the weirdos
Shake makes a lot so he’s letting his beard grow
His father gave his lessons over eighty-four years old
You can’t out-slick a fox with his own tricks
The barrel got spit same time that the chrome kicks
Your block’s hurting, niggas hoping to score soon
Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom
Can’t provide a dozen so we gonna need more room
Faggots still bugging so they wanna need more tombs

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

The more you sweat in peace time the less you bleed in war
I’m strapped with the four-pound cocked at the demon’s door
I ain’t trying to talk it out, it ain’t peace at all
I just pull them four-fours out when the Reaper call
Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong
I’m hitting harder and smarter than a Sri Lankan bomb
I’m still using the weaponry that I copped at Nam
I’m still using telepathy from the father’s bond
It’s wild hard to explain what I do to rats
The hollow tips will have y’all dancing like ?
Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap
Now you rock an eyepatch like Ricky the Ruler’s back

[Verse 4]

It’s hot in the winter, cold in the summer, nigga the slumber
Overpower the thunder clap, y’all niggas going under
I cover the fort, hold down the team for sport
We need dope so Nixon get the fuck out of court
Yo block, we need the block sewed up and locked
Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot
Paz got the Glock, Planetary don’t stop
And ? and a malfunction, dungeon to rot
I’m something to watch, sort of like American Idol
I’m sheisty, that’s why I never swear on the Bible
I came to heal the sick and raise the dead
Cast out all the demons you introduced to ?

[Chorus]

Popularity: 1% [?]

[Intro]

We were willing to die for an ideal and we would die for it again but we prefer living for it, working for it, safeguarding it.

[Chorus]

AOTP, we above the law
See the cops start running nigga call the dogs
They can’t see me, I throw that molotov
And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods

AOTP, we above the law
See the cops start running nigga call the dogs
You can’t see me, I throw that molotov
And clear the whole field out, nigga call the gods

[Verse 1]

I don’t give a fuck about you
I swing my blade and take a chunk up out you
Chase the driver that’s trying to save you and lace em with the scalpel
Break your adam’s apple and clap you and leave you mangled
I’m not the asshole claiming Philly, I’m blowing up the fucking castle
Fuck pity and mercy I’m thirsty for the title
Kill your vitals with verses, curse
And hearses move em like Vinny Idol
Take Vinny and Planet, mould them inside a bowling ball
Launch em against the way you claim you carry, break your shoulders off
Just for showing off you’re stupid
I don’t threaten niggas, I really do this
Squeeze the juice out of you like embalming fluid
Burn his lid, barbeque em and fucking burn his ribs
Throw the dresser away with the evidence, burn a fucking wig

[Verse 2]

I got plans for your murder and I’m ready to discuss em
You’re ready to die? Tell God I said, “Fuck him.”
Call me Iron Fist motherfucker I aim hard
Bullets are free throw, silencer is the proof guard 
Said you was a crook but you ain’t busting no lead homes
Only jack you pulling is connected to some headphones
The sound of the clap louder than several operas
My sitcom screaming “I’m gonna kill you” across the teleprompter
Yes I’m sick, fuck the ? and the ?
How you gonna fight man when y’all resemble Smurfette?
Stretch your neck till your head meets your ass
I’ll beat your dad dead now he’s a deadbeat dad

[Verse 3]

Nothing is ever promised, especially your life I demolish
Too many niggas claim street but wouldn’t last in the projects
Too many happy-go-lucky cats rap with no money
Black why you gotta act? I be screaming where the money at?
I never understood your hood mentality
Man you still selling weed on the block dog, that’s blasphemy
That’s embarrassing, you nickel and diming
A small cut off a bundle and you thinking you shining
I could rumble in the jungle and tussle with all the lions
My hustle could turn to rustle but for now I’m surviving
Living, my kids are chilling and I’m whipping the ?
It ain’t a Maybach but it’s better than your toy

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

I’m a motherfucking warlock, get your jaw popped by the raw rock
Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop
Get your paws popped like a gun with ?
Just a ? thugs who go in your mouth like Polydent
I body shit, I ruin you homes
Turn your studio session into a funeral home
Two in your dome, got young bucks who buck for us
Homie follow the laws of God and Chuck Norris
AOTP, we in good company
? we the motherfucking world champs like Chase Utley
My whole fam-o ? busting AKs
Now your block sounding like the Mummers Parade

[Verse 5]

I’ve been catching fucking bodies for twenty years
From eating motherfuckers on the street up to bloody tears
Camouflage backpacks, Timbs and some money wares
Now these rap faggots fucking sweeter than Gummy Bears
This isn’t simple arithmetic, this is ancient math
Make you lose your face in Jehovah like you was Damon Dash
I take a fucking machete and cut your brain in half
You’re fucking with something deadly and Vinnie Satan laughs
I’m the greatest rapper alive, no getting by us
Cause I ain’t get my chance to shine, call me Len Bias
I’ll be patiently waiting for you if then try us
I don’t call it writing no more, I call it a pen virus

[Verse 6]

? mixtape rappers I should snap your throat
Bunch of tracks cracking jokes about crack and coke
? Ap is the cracker’s last hope
Honkey Kong fucking bitches leaving mattresses broke
If the condom break I’mma tell the bitch to abort
I’m like the sniper on the roof looking out for the stork
Little dogs getting shanked for a box of Newports
There ain’t a jail that could hold me cause Ap teleports
Skipping court on the porch with the criminal sorts
? using couch cushions building living room forts
Your moms pouring yeyo on my dick to snort
I only rock a halo to hide horns and pitchforks

[Chorus]

Popularity: 2% [?]

[Intro: Richard Kuklinski]

I would move Heaven and Hell and anything between to get to you. You wouldn’t be safe anywhere if I was mad at you. And that’s not bull; that’s truth. I’ve went up against people. You could pull a gun on me and if I’m mad at you I’m coming forward. You’d have to shoot me to stop me and if you don’t kill me… you’re stupid cause the next time you see me I will kill you.

[Verse 1]

They call us gorillas, we brawling, you in coffins with killers 
You at the auction, I’m boss and smoking cigars at the dealer
Nigga I’m iller, count scrilla like casinos, only c-notes ?
I’m a cancer nigga no chemo 
I’m dancing with satanic people, life is illegal
I’m heroin in the needle, my emotions are see-through
I’m evil, read your palm before dawn and spawn
Calm before the storm’s Katrina nigga, I’m drawn 
Too much to handle in seconds I manhandle the peasants
Dismantle is pleasant, turn their Hell to my Heaven
I excel with my brethren, giving birth to nuclear weapons
I’m shooting your henchmen, every written verse is a lesson 
I’m close to perfection with rap nigga I’m flawless
I’m God’s light, the type to illuminate in the darkness 
Hand me the trophy, the gold medals and plastic toys is lit 
I scorch your clique, nigga I’m ?

[Verse 2]

If I ain’t on my grind then I’m high trying to take your cheque
I done hustled on the hottest block and I ain’t break a sweat
AKs and Techs make em vacate a set
If he ain’t trying to pay his debt  then we gotta spray his neck
You get laid to rest, nigga this is Murderville
Now smell the essence of the el, nigga this is Earth for real
Fuck a bitch, I’ll leave a nigga burnt for real 
Signed to the streets but the judge ain’t served the deal
I just turn the wheel, hit em back ? 
Waiting for a pussy to creep, give him my best shot
Now sing a lullaby, sorry mama I’m mangled
And I’m about to catch a motherfucking homicide
This bitch named Karma got me going crazy and it’s fucking hot 
I don’t wanna go away I’m like an addict in his fucking prime
Lit trying to get a hit, hungry for this money
If there’s tension in the room then you know it’s coming from me

[Chorus]

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change 
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame 
This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang 
Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain

We pull them Glocks out, we about to make a change 
One to wipe your block out, guaranteed to hit your frame 
This’ll hit the vein, the official Pistol Gang 
Pharaoh clique, a nigga sick, I’m quick enough to split your brain

[Verse 3]

My rap will give you fucking brain cancer
Different question cousin same answer
Y’all motherfuckers made me scrap like I was Kane’s dancer
But there’s a method to my madness unusual still
They call me Pistol Pete Maravich moving the pill
We push a lot of everything but it’s usually krill
We use a lot of weaponry when you gruesomely killed
I thought a lot of destiny but it’s truthfully real
That could make a warrior like Zeus if he’s truthfully ill
I went to Hell and then I saw the abyss
Where dirtbag drink from the same water he piss
It’s Armageddon when I ball up the fist
It’s God Consciousness that started this remarkable gift
I was a martyr, it was horror when my father was sick
I was a monster, I would stomp you in the yard with a brick
I’m a survivor but I got the fucking charm of a pit 
That just detach you, now you got your fucking arm in his grip

[Verse 4]

Niggas try to hate, we don’t hear the side talk
Them loud mouths, gotta hit em with the white hawk
? all my bodies, buy em chalk
My niggas upstate squared with the ?
This for y’all wild out when your cell’s cracked
You know your time’s short when they trying to seen your ? back
We catch bodies for the love of the block
I collect shit, I got a hammer and the glove of a cop
So while you hugging model ? I was hugging the block
One for the money, two for the pop, three for a rock
Yeah say I’m steamed when I’m pulling a scam quick
Old Reservoir Dogs, lay your blood on the canvas
Quick to blow diesel but the game is sour
And you’s a pussy, where I’m from that’s the name of a coward
So when you get your weight up I’m already in power
Who wants War? My niggas fly planes into towers, Pharaohs

[Chorus]

Popularity: 1% [?]

[Intro]

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

[Verse 1]

I never could understand the fact she ain’t returned my calls
I was the only one I told her I loved her through all the flaws
I would always be the one to show her light in the tunnel
I swear to God I need her back, I know she’s lost in the jungle
I know she need me, can’t believe we grew apart so quick
She loved trees like me, the way the New Eras fit
She loved Tommy Hilfiger, Rugbys, and Adidas
A match made before Heaven, why the feelings have to leave us?
But they didn’t leave my heart so fast
I still wish I had her near and had a beer for her glass
Even though I know that’s her downfall from the past
Still wanna shop for old time sake if she asks
Little shot of Crown Royale, maybe 151
So if you see her let her know the plan to have us some fun
Well guess what? Today front page of the daily news
My queen betting the Bean dead right ? what the fuck?

[Chorus]

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

[Verse 2]

Ever see a dog so confused and assed out?
She’ll suck any dude off chasing the cash route
She went from Con pumps to con but
I watched the innocence transform, obsession to buying drugs
Little Tooty was a cutie, I swear God
Carmel complexion, good grade with a hair bob
Ten years later now she’s bobbing to head jobs
In and out of strip clubs like a career job
And she can’t see that she’s killing herself
Cause a couple dollars got this drunk feeling herself
It’s ill how this little girl could be ruthless
She can make a nigga with three degrees look stupid
She even tried to trick a couple dollars from Cupid
Emotionally drain your ass out till you’re useless
The price is high when you wanna ride
With a john that’s suicide, she’s a suicide, c’mon

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

She said I must confess it turns me on when I cut my flesh
There’s nothing left, I’m hollow, I’ll follow death
If it’s a change from the mundane Mondays
You know my pain, I’m empty inside, my veins pump Novocaine
Sometimes I feel like life isn’t real
And my brain is too busy and my mind don’t ever heal
I could never shut it off so I’d rather shut it down
Do it right the first time, I ain’t trying to fuck around
And she smiles for her friends but the smile is a mask
Any memories of happiness are filed in the past
I considered my garage foot revving on the gas
A slash and a gasp or a violent blast
I don’t believe in Hell unless it’s what I’m in
I wanna free my soul, straight jump out of my skin
She exhaled and sighed, eyes opened wide
Suicide, it’s a suicide

[Outro]

I don’t know what she’s doing now
Last I heard from her she said
She felt as if she should be dead
I guess in fact she usually does

It’s so hard for me to explain
I guess she has a strange approach
It makes her seem beyond reproach
Until you find out what she is

Popularity: 2% [?]