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[Intro: Killah Priest] Yea niggaz, its Priesthood back up in this motha'fucka bitch Yea niggaz, tear niggaz down, +The Offering+ is comin' soon Yo, the next beat yo [Killah Priest] I sit back watchin' The Discovery Channel on Hannibal Wonderin' if it's sortin' Elephant intangible, Priest is animal I can result to a Cannibal Fly ya motha'fuckin head like its put into catapult Or turned to a T-Rex, dependin' on what beats next I rock fatigue ya niggaz rock v-necks I slap a rapper in Brooklyn so hard - the nigga get up out of the BX Is that ya man? Well you'll be next I literally push a nigga face in 'Til it come out in the other end 'Til he see his crew out the back of his head runnin' "Like yo dawg don't fuck wit him" And while you thinkin' of a rhyme I sprinkly season on yo ass I got pots cookin', this is not the lookin' This nigga don't see it comin', I'ma make a pasta wit 'em Two shots for Brooklyn, two shots for BIGGIE and Jay Fuck that peace can make his own piggy bank Ya'll wanna name names -- but see I fuck wit Nas and I fuck wit Jada Fuck wit D-Block and fuck all you haters I fuck wit Ra, fuck wit Canibus I fuck wit real niggaz who can spit Who can do it like this? You shake my hand I crush your fingers and pop your wrist And if a nigga respond to me -- he gon' to bleed Fuck a rap group, we gon' to need an Army And I got nuclear rhymes, so you gotta get use to these lines I'm like George Bush before the buttons pushed Niggaz loosin' they mind, I snap your back like broom for a spine Priest is an epidemic, invented inside a clinic, define all rap and end it Wit punch lines to give a nigga crenches And When I spit the Statue of Liberty flinches My sentences go inside a niggaz heart and rip it apart This is heart, this is Mozart, on acid you bastard You a fuckin' faggot, open that nigga casket put 'em in Ya haven't met the strangler, I got a torcher chamber Wit ya names on and I name ya, I rearrange ya, cremate ya I'll change ya, I complicate ya, you in constant danger I use a nigga air for souvenirs Your blood and guts all up in the mic booth smeared Nigga use to screw face, now his face is on screws Hangin' up in my crib, this is what I do to you I use your head as a vase, Priest is a beast A dark force, A dinosaur wit lock jaw A killin' machine the breathin' guillotine A demon hearin' your scream, you?re bleedin' I'm still in ya dreams I'm not leavin' I'm like the curse of Emily Rose when I entered your soul And I kill you from the inside out First let me burst your heart, then cry out And your scream sounds like music to my ears from a beat machine It's sweet to me; I listen to it like its classical music I bring through it, I beat your ass wit a motha'fuckin' pool stick Poke ya eye balls out wit a tooth pick, want me to prove it? I'll do it; I'll spit 'til my mouth is all white Like it's covered wit cool whip, BITCH!, +The Offering+ nigga, Priest! I'm comin', I'm comin' |
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