Bust Em In

Stupid motherfuckers. Run, duck, and hide, die motherfucker die
 (Let em know, Celph) It's time to bust some heads in. (Let's go.) Oh yeah
 It is the Army. Blaaaat!
 [Hook] [Celph Titled]
 Hard to the motherfucking core we are
 The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
 Run run
 We gonna tear the head piece up
 Uh huh, you don't want beef because
 Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
 Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 [Verse One] [Reef The Lost Cauze]
 A.O.T.P
 Fresh Nikes and ice links
 You won't feel till after the punch like a spiked drink
 Sipping Goose till my eyes pink
 Ninety-five live rings
 Real niggas survive things and die kings
 I can hear dead homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me."
 So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
 You got a heart homeboy? Well yo show it to me
 The flow's majestic, I spit a roll of golden rubies
 I'm old school like roll a doobie
 Daddy-O my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
 A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
 Nine milli really only defense of my logic
 The shotgun just sits in the closet
 Waiting for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
 Nonsense
 The weak could never stop the thorough
 Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys Gossip Girls
 [Hook] [Celph Titled]
 Hard to the motherfucking core we are
 The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
 Run run
 We gonna tear the head piece up
 Uh huh, you don't want beef because
 Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
 Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 [Verse Two] [Apathy]
 I treat fools like bitches cause I always got a few biscuits
 And bus(t) 'em in like kids from different school districts
 Y'all dip shits will get your spinal discs flipped
 Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
 Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
 I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick's lit
 Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit
 And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
 Running through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
 Then holding up the walls of water with my sound waves
 Like what I was doing during Public Execution
 Half-human, half-mutant, Ap must be the Rasputin
 Gats shooting, shots ricocheting off of my steel body
 And three quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties
 If God walks the surface of the sun it won't melt feet
 Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?
 [Hook] [Celph Titled]
 Hard to the motherfucking core we are
 The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
 Run run
 We gonna tear the head piece up
 Uh huh, you don't want beef because
 Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
 Vinnie I had enough of them, yo bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 Bust bust 'em in
 [Verse Three] [Celph Titled]
 I'm a five-star general, the motherfucking main man
 Flip a bird, hold a swammy with the same hand
 And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays
 Cement mixing your IV, turn your Anatomy Grey
 Nobody ratted at A-
 O.T.P. Not Treach with O.P.P
 I'm obsessed with O.C.D
 A temperamental mental patient
 With cyberkenetic on-board computer integration
 One of rap's most innovative voices and flows
 In front of missile-command buttons
 I look around, all my choices just blow
 So now you should know
 I'm the don of braggadocio flamethrower
 I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping that dojo, name goers
 Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rhyme rough
 And get they punchlines up
 Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
 No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here
 Oh yeah
 [Outro] [Vinnie Paz]
 Yeah. A.O.T.P. Pharaoh clique. Philly to Beantown
 To Connecticut. To fuckin' Tampa. We worldwide baby
 Official pistol gang. Braaaat!