Bust Em In (Feat. Apathy & Cel
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๐ Lyrics
Stupid motherfuckers
Run, duck and hide, die motherfucker, die
Let 'em know Celph
It's time to bust some heads in
Let's go
Oh yeah
It is the army
Brrrrrattt!
Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up
Uh-huh, you don't want beef because
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Yeah, A-U-T-P fresh nice and ice linked
She won't feel it 'til after the punch like a spiked drink
Sippin' Goose 'til my eyes pink, '95 live rings
Real niggas survive things and die kings
I can hear dead homies sayin' "Yo, you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? Well yo, show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a row of golden rubies
I'm old school like roll a doobie
Daddy-O, my hoes is groovy, paid my rent with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
Nine milli' really only defense of my logic
The shotgun just sits in the closet
Waitin' for you fuckers to come and dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could never stop a thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls
Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up
Uh-huh, you don't want beef because
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
I treat tools like bitches 'cause I always got a few biscuits
And bust 'em in like kids from different school districts
Y'all dipshits will get your spinal discs split
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick's lit
Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
Runnin' through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
And holdin' up the walls of water with my soundwaves
Like what I was doin' during public execution
Half human, half mutant, Ap was Peter Rasputin
Gats shootin', shots ricochetin' off of my steel body
A three-quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties
A god walks the surface of the sun and won't melt feet
'Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?
Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up
Uh-huh, you don't want beef because
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
I'm a five-star general, the motherfuckin' main man
Flip a bird ho to swam me with the same hand
And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV, turn your anatomy grey
Nobody badder than A, O-T-P not Treach with O.P.P
I'm obsessed with O-C-E, a temperamental mental patient
With cyberkinetic onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative voices and flows
In front of missile command buttons I
Look around, all my choices just blow
So now you should know, I'm the Don of braggadocio
Flame throwin', I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keepin' that dojo name goin'
So come down and sign up
I'm trainin' soldiers to rhyme rough and get their punchlines up
'Cause you ain't fuckin' with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here
Hahahahahahaha
Yeah, A-U-T-P
Pharaoh clique
Philly to Beantown
To Connecticut
To fuckin' Tampa
We worldwide baby
Official Pistol Gang
Brrrrrat!
Run, duck and hide, die motherfucker, die
Let 'em know Celph
It's time to bust some heads in
Let's go
Oh yeah
It is the army
Brrrrrattt!
Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up
Uh-huh, you don't want beef because
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Yeah, A-U-T-P fresh nice and ice linked
She won't feel it 'til after the punch like a spiked drink
Sippin' Goose 'til my eyes pink, '95 live rings
Real niggas survive things and die kings
I can hear dead homies sayin' "Yo, you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred like the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? Well yo, show it to me
The flow's majestic, I spit a row of golden rubies
I'm old school like roll a doobie
Daddy-O, my hoes is groovy, paid my rent with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, gorilla your project
Nine milli' really only defense of my logic
The shotgun just sits in the closet
Waitin' for you fuckers to come and dip in my shit
Nonsense, the weak could never stop a thorough
Bitch niggas suspect, I call them boys gossip girls
Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up
Uh-huh, you don't want beef because
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
I treat tools like bitches 'cause I always got a few biscuits
And bust 'em in like kids from different school districts
Y'all dipshits will get your spinal discs split
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find your wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine shine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle wick's lit
Want to sample this shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Mount Sinai to transmit
Runnin' through the Red Seas like an escaped slave
And holdin' up the walls of water with my soundwaves
Like what I was doin' during public execution
Half human, half mutant, Ap was Peter Rasputin
Gats shootin', shots ricochetin' off of my steel body
A three-quarter length Fat Goose to conceal shotties
A god walks the surface of the sun and won't melt feet
'Cause when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?
Hard to the motherfuckin' core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh murderer squad
Run, run, we gon' tear that headpiece up
Uh-huh, you don't want beef because
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Any I had enough of them, yo bustin' it
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
Bust, bust 'em in
I'm a five-star general, the motherfuckin' main man
Flip a bird ho to swam me with the same hand
And do a rain dance when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV, turn your anatomy grey
Nobody badder than A, O-T-P not Treach with O.P.P
I'm obsessed with O-C-E, a temperamental mental patient
With cyberkinetic onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative voices and flows
In front of missile command buttons I
Look around, all my choices just blow
So now you should know, I'm the Don of braggadocio
Flame throwin', I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keepin' that dojo name goin'
So come down and sign up
I'm trainin' soldiers to rhyme rough and get their punchlines up
'Cause you ain't fuckin' with the gold beard Rubix Cuban nowhere
No rapper is nowhere near what I just wrote here
Hahahahahahaha
Yeah, A-U-T-P
Pharaoh clique
Philly to Beantown
To Connecticut
To fuckin' Tampa
We worldwide baby
Official Pistol Gang
Brrrrrat!