feast of the wolves

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Vinnie P!
Celph Titled, Apathy...
Yeah, walk with me!
[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Its the return of the most ****ing grimy on earth
Its a funeral in every single line of my verse
Your mindll just burst, with every line of Solomons curse
**** a hummer, Vinnie Pazienza driving a hearse
It climb to reverse, like the lyrics on a dirty record
I carry thirty weapons, burn you with my .30 Desert
Should learn to accept it, its a path of destruction
I earn my wage with a 30 H you pass, well be buckin
Its no ****ing discussion, Im as hard as granite
I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic, Pharaohs is causing a panic
Arms will be brawling with Planet, saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a .40 cal, I used to tell my older brother 'little shorty, wow '
But that was then daddy this is now
You can suck my **** you little ****ing *****, your block about to bow
[Chorus - Celph Titled]
You better make way, the **********ing wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit, no we aint having it
Tell em, you heard we came down
Smack em, if they make a sound
No, we aint backing down
No, we aint repping them
Get em? We got em (Pick em up, pick em up!)
Shoot em? We shot em (Understand what Im saying?)
Get em? We got em (Pick em up, pick em up!)
Shoot em? We shot em (Understand whatIm saying?)
[Verse 2 - Apathy]
**** around with the Army and get a split wig
Like Santa Claus, bringing gifts to a Crips crib
Cuz youre the type that a phony when you try to fight
Hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wildn right
Nowadays, faggot nerd poets be trying to write
On the mic, looking like a Napoleon Dynamite
The foamiest fall , like foliage when they brawl
Tongue spit black magic, unholiest of all
Like the planets revolve around suns and space
I got plans that involve large guns and waste
I got flows that evolve beyond the human race
Try to spit em in your lips or off your tongue and your face
Im toxic waste, Im top-secret box lock the safe
Im blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes
Im crack-rock and base with a cosmic taste
To put the fiends into space where the rockets race
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Celph Titled]
Yo, is there heaven for a gangster?
No, but theres hell for a faggot
Put on my work outfit, with a belt for my rachet
You gonna melt when the gats spit, shoot your mother at your funeral
She fell in the casket, how convenient is that ****?
Shoot a flare at my troops, and we letting the gats flame em
Put stairs in the booth, and we stepping our rap game up
Im a boss but I take orders, from gun exporters
Plus I got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders
You a snitch? Well rape your daughter
And bring her down to the ba*****t to tape record her
Get your best entertainment lawyer, cuzwe about to extort ya
Fake thug, Tom Sawyer, yeah I saw ya, well saw ya
With the Black and Decker, slice savagely
I dont gotta use Gods name in vain to get my soldiers to blast for me
And I wont say Im the best since Rakim and Pac and them
Better yet, Im the best since Mozart & Bach and them
[Chorus]