pull the pins out

Lyrics

, back with the kill, death, murder, you better check your computers, i won't ever cheat on my bitch, but i'll still sleep with a luger, you can see my reflection in the chrome it stays blazing, i guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors, kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers, so every time after that you hearin the wu-tang torture skit, and you havin a seizure, fuck your street cred i'll turn your street red, or skin the head of a skinhead, celph titled and es raisin' hell without pinhead, its been said the pharaohs immortalize rhymes, we keep heist plans in a trapper keeper. that's organized crime, you might arrive in a stretch limo tinted out, but you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin out!, we the gorillas, this the season of ichi the killer, you're cd is filler so we beef like manilla, my sneakers, peach and vanilla, call me michael jordan, while recordin, slide a sword inside your organs, speak from the pillars, how real is es for that scrilla?, i build with godzilla's militant, flotillas that believe in shootin first like reggie miller, the illest of all sorts, we spit that fire motherfucker, to leave you lookin like dude on the "legacy of blood" cover, soldier's stand up, ready the artillery, salute! your comrade, eliminate the enemy, fire in the hole, we lettin our grenades, it's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out, by now you should know theres no fuckin around, its the army and its goin down, we came to take it all, and there ain't no stoppin when the candles start poppin', i wish a motherfucker would yap their lips, cause if i rap or load a clip, either way that you look at it, a mack's about to spit, crack houses, i'm out with, real killas not rappers, who keep pumps on our lap like we inflicted with asthma, addicted to disaster, every last bullet, i ain't savin none, can't say hi to my neighbors cause i might wave a gun, aim at the sun and you can shoot for the stars, put on your beat and we'll turn it off, won't even let it loop for a bar, we known to give your head an obstruction, preach death and destruction, cop diesel when i cock the eagle, and thats not for nothin, my shots always hit their target after the smoke sprays, cause we store bullets in cat shelters so theres no strays, we sinkin arrows through your mink and pink apparel, the pharaoh, king of the battle, on the brink of insanity, frantically i spray the ink out the barrel, the way you're thinkin is narrow, we break your bones baby drinkin' the marrow, these psychics blink at my tarot, that's hilarious, you rollin up in chariots and leave in wheel-barrows, i'll have you wrapped in plastic, just like the food in fruit baskets, i'll have your crew in suit jackets, all sad when viewing the casket, now they pursue and attack us, to rep for you and get back at me, but i'm rollin with the army, motherfucker, you can ask for me, and even when i'm outnumbered, i shut 'em down like teddy bruschi, and i proved it in the past, so don't you fuck around, call me stupendous, with sentences pen a genesis, chemist with seven venomous menaces on your premesis, we write the torture papes orchestrate ways to slaughter fakes, formulate tapes and tour the states, i can ride with norman bates, soldier's stand up, ready the artillery, salute! your comrade, eliminate the enemy, fire in the hole, we lettin our grenades, it's like we pull the pins out every time we pull our pens out, by now you should know theres no fuckin around, its the army and its goin down, we came to take it all, and there ain't no stoppin when the candles start poppin'