Ripped To Shreds (Feat. Celph Titled, Demoz, & Vinnie Paz)
[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I’m coming 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 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 fo sho’ Celph Titled in the motherfuckin spot, motherfuckers get shot mother fuckers 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/ True But the torch on 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 the story is you can spare ammo and anybody kill yourself but no a fucking 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 E 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 cocked 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 shit Don’t know shit 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 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 l