ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS

ARMY OF THE PHARAOHS - Burn You Alive

rate me

This is the night we burning you alive

Right here and no one 'll hear, your crys of fear

This is the night where ensuring your demise in my head

And I will be here to watch you die in fear

And I don't care

You either a mark or a killer, me I'm as sharp as a splinter

As cold and harsh as the winters in the heart of December

My lyrics ain't hard to remember but harder to figure

I leave your carcass disfigured, dismembered then carve out your liver

And vital organs, rigor mortis, your corpse is

Niggas hard to record this

I'm thought-provoking with the logic of Vulcans

I'm not into sulking but soaking the bitch

MC with the sharks in the moat

And see if his princess carcass can float

Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts

The same old G in this game homie

Still bringing the pain like Sugar Shane Mosley

And you will light a candle an say a prayer

And cry in fear but you still die and I won't care

Ain't nobody dope as me

Unless you find him in the I'll AOTP

So let the

Shake makes a lot so he's letting his beard grow

His father gave his lessons over eighty-four years old

You can't out-slick a fox with his own tricks

The barrel got spit same time that the chrome kicks

Your block's hurting, niggas hoping to score soon

Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom

Can't provide a dozen so we gonna need more room

Faggots still bugging so they wanna need more tombs

The more you sweat in peace time the less you bleed in war

I'm strapped with the four-pound cocked at the demon's door

I ain't trying to talk it out, it ain't peace at all

I just pull them four-fours out when the Reaper call

Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong

I'm hitting harder and smarter than a Sri Lankan bomb

I'm still using the weaponry that I copped at Nam

I'm still using telepathy from the father's palm

It's wild hard to explain what I do to rats

The hollow tips will have y'all dancing like Scoob and Scrap

Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap

Now you rock an eyepatch like Ricky the Ruler's back

It's hot in the winter, cold in the summer, nigga the slumber

Overpower the thunder clap, y'all niggas going under

I cover the fort, hold down the team for sport

We need dope so Nixon get the fuck out of court

Yo block, we need the block sewed up and locked

Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot

Paz got the Glock, Planetary don't stop

And it's nothin', a malfunction, in a dungeon you'll rot

I'm something to watch, sort of like American Idol

I'm sheisty, that's why I never swear on the Bible

I came to heal the sick and raise the dead

Cast out all the demons and introduced the plague

Thanks to Tyler for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Taylor Hoppe for correcting these lyrics

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