Agony Fire

[Intro:]

Monsieur le juge, ce cahier contient des notes rédigées, j'attire votre attention sur les changements spectaculaires de styles d'écriture, de tons et de points de vue, ce que vous avez sous les yeux ce sont les pensées intimes de plusieurs personnalités différentes, si vous le permettez, quelques explications...

[Verse 1: ~Vinnie Paz~]

I lick a shot in the sky, I warned ya'll your gone cousin optimus prime*

Your a bitch, one of 700 Solomon's Wives

I was in Kan standin over tour in Ottoman Shrine

My glock is a 9, my 38 wes' is a beautiful bitch

You rhyme like a hoe find a more suitable pitch

You about to find out why german lugers exist

Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch

It ain't a single man livin that can fuck with the beast

Gay rapper altar boy you fuckin a priest

Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin police

Dirtbag can't make money he stuck in the streets

[Verse 2: ~Planetary~]

What you think, I'm sitting in this cage for nothin

If they release me it's curtains that's why I live in the dungeon

All black nothin lit up, I set up walls and hang up bodies that I hit up can't fit us all

Warchild got machette's with old blood on the tip, paz sittin with artillery to blow ya to bits (Shit)

King Syze with the getaway, all black yukon shoes on everyday

Gunplay now and days more frequent

More real niggaz mad fallin off the deep end

And your life depends on me

I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze

[Hook/Chorus (2x): ~Planetary~]

We can start a riot in here, now who with me

Who the fuck gon ride when the shit get shifty

Where my niggaz at? I know who ride with me

This pharaoh shit for life they gonna die right with me

[Verse 3: ~Celph Titled~]

Spare the moment I can strike with a strategic blow

I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a peter roll

Explosive botanist, obvious that I "plant bombs"

I stand out in crowds like I got flourescent pants on (Oh)

Satanic candles lit, in my recording room

I'm making hits singin songs in death of auto-tune

Put a bear trap on your ankle, drop you off in "foot locker"

Mug the manager like what the brooks poppin

Punks droppin, while I stand tall

You see me you seen the greatest rapper modern man saw

Electric meat shaver that's a modern man saw

Precision chop limbs after I body slam ya'll

[Verse 4: ~Apathy~]

Hand saw body chopper bloody opera singer

Satans trigger finger rock the bells in hell call me a dead ringer

Freddy Kreuger sweater rocker baretta cocker I dead a copper head to czechoslovakia for' they drop me on security cams, my maturity shows

When I take these young rappers and I murder they flows

Including weezy's and jeezy's if I had a genie I'd make major label rappers ice cubes easy

It's monster with the frees' when I'm conquering emcee's

I'd be airin rappers out, like I'm sponsored by febreeze

If you stop to get some c's I'd just haunt you in your dreams

And smuggle yay from mediene and vacation in Belize

[Hook/Chorus (2x): ~Planetary~]

We can start a riot in here, now who with me

Who the fuck gon ride when the shit get shifty

Where my niggaz at? I know who ride with me

This pharaoh shit for life they gonna die right with me