[intro: killah priest]

Yeayeayeayea.

Yeayea. fuck that!

I'm set it off. yeayeaya shitted.

Ya in some shit nowson.

It's on nowmothafuckas can suck my dick.

I'm back! fuck that shit!

Ready to eat niggaz upbeat they ass and e'rythingson.

I'ma prove this shitright here.

Me and my nigga. what!? 



[killah priest]

The emperorchief sinisterstreet minister

Guarenteed in two bars to finish ya

React like a cat when he arches back

Give a fake rapper a heart attackonce I start to rap

I'm a vocalistniggasupposed to rip

Last poet's told me thishit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist

Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick

What nownigga? look at yatalk shit

Can't do itcuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth

And I know ya just tired of mebeatin ya out

Ya trained all yearin a karate class

It took one secondto put yo' ass in a body bag

>from a shotty blastI walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last

I like to pop shitdon't get me started

I slap y'all mothafuckas like y'all little kids in kindegarten

Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden

Now watch thisi'ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron

And tell niggaz to just start robbin

Cuz y'all niggaz is fucked up

And brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya

I know how to hit yaand cut ya open

But don't worrycuz i'ma stitch yawith a rusty screwdriver



[chorus: killah priest]

Niggaz bop yo' heads to thisreal shit

Call up yo' clicks to thisit's realness

You feel this in yo' streets and village

Spare that new shitpriest killed it

Y! niggaz bop yo' heads to thisreal shit

Call up yo' clicks to thisit's realness

You feel this in yo' streets and village

Spare that new shit'bus killed it



[canibus]

Yoyoyo

Yo I'm a macabeast mc and I possess the ability

To run at top speed without bendin my knees

I destory shitpin-point asteroids in orbit

Thenhurl niggaz thousands of miles an hourtowards it

Fuckin heathenwrap my hands around ya neck region

Then I start squeezin 'til ya stop breathin

You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues

I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs

Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain

You'll probably never walk ever again

Niggayou think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff

Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spinebitch

Stop cryin bitchbefore I hit ya wit the ironbitch

You can't rhyme bitchthe one triple nine's mine bitch

The pain'll make ya voice change octaves

>from low-pitched to high-pitchedevery hour we kill a hostage

We judge mc's by they lyrical fitness

And punish dj's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes

Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures

You'll be scared to leave the club wit us

You scratch my backI'll scratch your's bitch

I'll eat ya salt-fishif ya suck my sausage

I got an atomic subarmed wit a sub-atomic scud

Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood

The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds

Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheadsmothafuckas!

(there it is!) so bop ya heads to thatuh (there it is!)



[chorus]



[outro: killah priest]

Fuckin pussy emcee'sgon' get a shot in the eye

Y'all niggaz talk behind nigga's backs

Y'all niggaz better bop ya mothafuckin heads before we blow it off

Ya fuckin perfume missin idiots

Y'all niggaz always runningo run and tell that

Go onrunninrun behind somebody's back

Run and tell that and take these fuckin slugs wit ya

We gon' get ya mothafuckin clown

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