Army Of The Pharaohs – Spaz Out Lyrics

“But the Thesselonian you’re fighting…
He’s the biggest man I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t want to fight him.”
“That’s why no one will remember your name.”

[Apathy:]
We the poisonous Boyz N The Hood
Poised to deploy and destroy alien barbarians ragin’ on ‘roids
We the ’89 Raiders, Bo Jackson in your radius
The eighth wonder space hunter, Godless and atheist
Decepticon cannibals eating metal and chemicals
A robotic vampire fangs sinking into wires
Rowdy in the Audi, smoke pouring from the tires
To burn my kingdom you must use nuclear weapons
White kids started studying lessons
But we devils in the mental can’t see our reflections
Cut my way out the womb, homemade c-section
(Man you fucked up)
What would give you that impression?

[King Magnetic:]
I’m known for rushing in, tuck your chin
Knuckles friend, suck it in, cut your kin
Puncture skin, stuck up in the muck again
I’m bucking till they dug up in their motherfucking truck again
Then I’m runnin’ up on them every witness that wasn’t there (brrrat)
I’ll fuck up your teeth like cheap fronts
Vegan caterers, niggas never handled beef once
Nope, tofu to soul food, the vocal choke you
Now you can’t feel me, you’re not supposed to
I’m close to the edge mezzanine melodies
Steadily ready to stab like the riff from the melody
Telling me different I’m felony riffing
Melons be dripping, temper wild, Melanie Griffin
Stiffing your body from lifting the shottie, vision of Gotti
Living is property, visual sodomy
Prison lobotomy, the wrong people in your head now
Jail dudes stand up, the king like a head count

[Esoteric:]
I’m an animal activist, dog I’m far from a hunter
So Sarah Palin be the only cougar I put a gun to
What type of spell am I under? You wanna beef? Take a number
I wonder why these younger rappers won’t acknowledge their blunders

I got unquenchable hunger, my stomach rumbles like thunder
A real Jedi kid, you a toy Yoda like Tundra
You a scene out the movie 8 Mile, studio puncher
Runt of the litter, spit a quitter bullshitter
I’m the definition of driven, the prisoners have arisen
With visions of demolition and fission through ammunition
I’m wishing cannibalism was a family tradition
I eradicate your groups over Gladiator loops, listen

[Celph Titled:]
You think you can beat me with ether?
When I’m cooking somethin’ fresh and y’all reheatin’ pizza
The Intratec make you move like doo-wop dancers
I’m slicker, bust the blicker, then I moonwalk backwards
You gonna see clouds but no it ain’t the DreamWorks intro
Fire and brimstone in each verse tenfold
You thought I was ill? I’m ten googolplexes times that
My raps are phone calls from Hell so star-69 that
You an actual queer, we put a rapper in a bungee sling
Dunny, we catapulting careers
The world’s most dangerous MC and I’m him
C-dot Title, I’m liable to be a problem
Your album sells like clothes at a nudist club
It’s the dude you love that had that line about the Krueger glove
Yeah, so feel the hurricane force when I murder
My main course is Main Source, Barbeque flame sauce

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