.44 Magnum Army of the Pharaohs

[Verse 1: Crypt the Warchild]
I'm infatuated with the fast lane life
My forehead lacerated like they just framed Christ
Your bitch captivated when I'm activated
Nine planets under my palm, y'all niggas have to hate it
I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest
Deadweight niggas get your fucking souls assassinated
The most maniac depressive snatching your necklace
Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
Your team is gay, how you manage to rep it?
I'm the slum chemistry, you faggots get disconnected
Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate
Hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit

[Verse 2: Des Devious]
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll
Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see niggas slug it out for absolutely nothing
Like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and fucking (me)
Debating on who running the block them niggas be hugging
Plus it's crunch time, guess who doing the buzzing (me)
That's why this nigga bringing up my name in lame discussion
Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching
Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track
Cut no slack, just react so bring it back nigga