Army of the Pharaohs - Ripped To Shreds lyrics

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
Fuck 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 fuck you now?
Fuck him, fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck 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