Feast of the Wolves Army of the Pharaohs

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah...hahaha....
Vinnie P!
Celph Titled, Apathy
Yeah, walk with me!

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
It's the return of the most fuckin' grimy on Earth
It's a funeral in every single line of my verse
Your mind'll just burst, with every line of Solomon's curse
Fuck a hummer, Vinnie Pazienza drivin' a hearse
It climb to reverse, like the lyrics on a dirty record
I carry thirty weapons, burn you with my dirty desert
Should learn to accept it, it's a path of destruction
I earn my wage with the .38, you Paz will be buckin'
It's no fuckin' discussion, I'm as hard as granite
I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic, Pharaohs is causin' a panic
Arms will be brawlin' with planet, saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a .40 cal (.40 cal)
I used to tell my older brother, "Little shorty, wow" (Shorty wow)
But that was then daddy, this is now
You can suck my dick you little fuckin' bitch, so blucka-blucka-blaow

[Hook: Celph Titled]
You better make way, the motherfucking wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit, no, we ain't having it
(Tell'em!) You heard we came down
(Smack 'em!) if they make a sound
(NO!) We ain't backing down
(NO!) we ain't repping them
Get 'em? We got 'em
(Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em
(Understand what I'm saying?)
Get 'em? We got 'em
(Pick 'em up, pick 'em up!)
Shoot 'em? We shot 'em
(Understand what I'm saying?)