[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild]
You ain't never seen life through the eyes of a killer
Same eyes looking at me, that's the guy in the mirror
High to the day I die, this how I'm living
Whiskey in a jar, been scarred since the beginning
Time to shut the game down, bottom of the ninth inning
Thoughts on losing everything, kind of got my mind spinning
Yeah, this that blood, sweat and tears
Picking out your enemies, sifting through your peers
See everything high-def, so it's crystal clear
Official pistol be the gang, yes, we are up in here
Forming like a pyramid, 'nother level 'nother tier
Running rebel clutching metal, murder everything that's near
I've been buried alive, they oughta unearth me
It's a little too late, for God to unbirth me
Please adhere, when I say I'm bloodthirsty
I'm on a killing spree, I show no mercy
[Hook x2: Planetary]
Ever looked into a killer's eyes?
Blood shot red, knowing that he ill advise
That's the way the Army play, we can never die
Reborn after death, we can't let it slide
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Throw my dirt by my lonesome, I'm the lone gunman
But I got shooters, call me if you need me to loan gun man (What you need?)
Move up the digital scale, they're not original
They're stale, we are the Army
We are embraced well (a-ha)
I make mail, screening on my cars
Next to my screened in pool
Collect property, put a lean on you (yeah)
Demons on my shoulder and they speak some
I don't believe in ghosts, I never seen one
The blunt contains ten grams
Pharaohs live show ten grands for each man, so I call Crypt and Plan
Officiate the pistols, feds fuck with this squadron
We'll melt the government office to a bubbling cauldron
Smoldering, smoking, oxygen tank explosions
Thrown thirty kilometers, dislodging your ribs open
These are the visions that I see in my dreams
Trained to kill since birth when AOTP's the team
You ain't never seen life through the eyes of a killer
Same eyes looking at me, that's the guy in the mirror
High to the day I die, this how I'm living
Whiskey in a jar, been scarred since the beginning
Time to shut the game down, bottom of the ninth inning
Thoughts on losing everything, kind of got my mind spinning
Yeah, this that blood, sweat and tears
Picking out your enemies, sifting through your peers
See everything high-def, so it's crystal clear
Official pistol be the gang, yes, we are up in here
Forming like a pyramid, 'nother level 'nother tier
Running rebel clutching metal, murder everything that's near
I've been buried alive, they oughta unearth me
It's a little too late, for God to unbirth me
Please adhere, when I say I'm bloodthirsty
I'm on a killing spree, I show no mercy
[Hook x2: Planetary]
Ever looked into a killer's eyes?
Blood shot red, knowing that he ill advise
That's the way the Army play, we can never die
Reborn after death, we can't let it slide
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Throw my dirt by my lonesome, I'm the lone gunman
But I got shooters, call me if you need me to loan gun man (What you need?)
Move up the digital scale, they're not original
They're stale, we are the Army
We are embraced well (a-ha)
I make mail, screening on my cars
Next to my screened in pool
Collect property, put a lean on you (yeah)
Demons on my shoulder and they speak some
I don't believe in ghosts, I never seen one
The blunt contains ten grams
Pharaohs live show ten grands for each man, so I call Crypt and Plan
Officiate the pistols, feds fuck with this squadron
We'll melt the government office to a bubbling cauldron
Smoldering, smoking, oxygen tank explosions
Thrown thirty kilometers, dislodging your ribs open
These are the visions that I see in my dreams
Trained to kill since birth when AOTP's the team
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