Serpent King Army of the Pharaohs

[Verse 1: Blacastan]
Prolifical writers; I write with the mind of a lifer
On the block with his seed, stashing coke in his diapers
I'm MacGyver: I can make a pen out of a lighter
Pharaoh clique: there's no crew strong enough to fight us
I'm tryn'a live long enough to catch arthritis
On a rocking chair, talking 'bout the wonderful years
How we dominated this sport and ended careers
Departing your frame like Shaka Zulu wilding with spears
I'm a general with spikes on my military gear
Bodies is caught but I don't do tattoo tears
I've been deening for years, look at the length of the beard
Confirming your fears, the Army of the Pharaohs is here

[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
Snipe the Celph Titled mascot
You still can't assassinate my character
So go ahead, I'll eradicate your exterior
With a furious anger
Teflon bed-sheets be my security blanket
If I'm off my rocker, then I might launch a rocket (in ya)
Mama said I'm tall but I got a short temper
Outrun a hyena and take home a cougar
Not the bat cave, the Depot where there's Chrome computers
And the gun is in the drawer
Would have fucked your bitch raw
But the bitch had a fungus in her drawers
So 'Don't Worry Be Happy', on some Bobby McFaggot shit
I got a ratchet chick that stay reloading my ratchet clips