henry viii

yeah.it's murders.plenty murders

blood.we spell doom

pharaoh clique

baby

for whom the bells toll

vinnie paz

i call hell home

put the ratchet to the side of your face like a cell phone

any way you wanna look at it

it spell doom

vinnie pazienza be proud that you you fell to him

me and shareef

we stronger than pillars in greece

you need to over-stand that pharaohs are still in the streets

you need to know that we got beef but we willin' to peace

you need to know that we got hate and it's still for police

it's juju mob

and army of the pharaoh clique

we on some revolution amadou diallo shit

i like to watch your brain explodin' when the hollow hit

it's vinnie paz

louie dogs

kamachi follow it

yo its my house like run! controllin the 80's

flow very crazy like i spit the blood of rosemary's baby

slang fire like a hustle in haiti

couple holes for the souls

pitchfork for the daisies

ashes for urns

i'm a murderer maybe

a lavish little lucifer burnin' the hazy

faced out

still could get a hold of the ladies

hit from madam bavaskier in a older mercedes

this is death speakin'

the smell of fresh flesh wreakin'

get a funeral organ and the best dressed deacon

juju tongue

voodoo come

eye of the pharaohs

blood pour

heart of a chump

jump from the arrows

we got a message for ya

yeah

our squads ain't checkin' for ya

and if its beef

we'll produce the smith and wesson's on ya

aotp

juju mob

we bossin' ya clique

rain fire on this hip hop shit

the king reef raw

on the streets i'm king cauze

wild the fuck out

beat my chest like king kong

is this thing on?

i'm tryin' to channel the youth

i rock the crown of caesar

and hannibal's boots

they call me animal tooth

use your bones as a back scratcher

i'm allergic to dirt weed and wack rappers

my hand's too gritty

i just let the gat smack ya

i dropped outta school

motherfuck a backpacker

double cross us and we'll bomb on you bitches

you a fuckin' fruitcake like what my aunt sent for christmas

my dogs relentless and we ain't tryin' to be friends

my gun attach to my hip like a siamese twin

it's a critical beatdown

qd niggas hit the street now

bangin beats out

thug niggas throw they heaters out

it's pussy niggas like y'all scared to leave the house

once they retrieve 'em out

let 'em see the clouds

i make the most gangsta nigga hit the concrete

and start snitchin'

pointin' fingers like they on wall street

my squad deep

we the gods and generals"