[Verse 1: Celph Titled]
I'm comin' to your classrooms strapped like Kindergarten Cop
I end the starters, I am the hardest artist to rock
I roll over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene
When the hammer bust we start a war, we carnivores that need to eat
Ain't running from shit bitch we ain't scared, you ain't gonna disrespect a vet
With a chopper that (got shell catchers), won't be no ballistic check
I get the check, I get the dough, goddamnit I be the shit for sho'
Celph Titled in the motherfuckin' spot, motherfuckers get shot, motherfuckers will hit the flo'
When my above-the-margin thugs are bargin' in
Your whole parliament turn butter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large carbon cartridge sparkin'
Often involved in carvin' apart kids in they apartment and
You can't see me from this angle (True)
But the torch on my arm will show you what a four-alarm blaze'll do
The Cuban-Caucasian dude, lacerations from sabretooths
My bitches hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathin' suit

[Chorus: Demoz]
Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian, can't kill a Pharaoh
Kill a African, Spanish n***a, your fuckin' niece
Kill a president, terrorist, kill a fuckin' priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of the story is you can spit ammo at anybody
Kill yourself, but not a fuckin' Pharaoh
[Verse 2: Demoz]
I believe you not in the league
And obviously you blind to see
You not in the league
You bi wannabe on wine back
Are you high on the E? I
Move like Mohammed Ali, Why?
Test me, you won't want to be my
Food for thought, who woulda thought?
I woulda been something you woulda bought
'Cause you woulda thought
I woulda been
Too perked up to prove it again
Too perked up to lose it again
Man these two presh got me moving my pen
And I ain't rollin' around
Shot in his head lay a hole in the ground
I ain't gotta wait my moment is now
Why I gotta hate, I'm the flow of the town
I ain't gotta fake like I'm holding the pound
I ain't got eight I got four in the round
Get shot when the hot trey Glock and it cock and it pop
Sure enough to aim for all you clowns (All you clowns)
Call the coroner now
I ain't trying to stop till I'm ninety and sick
Die like Bonnie and Clyde in the whip
Flow's so sick, it remind you of shit
Don't know shit when the coppers around
Why I never seen Jay coppin' a pound?
Why I never seen Vinnie drivin' a Crown Victoria Ford
At the scene of my homicide case
With a look on his face like fuck you now?
Fuck him, fuck her, you can hate me now
I'ma keep on blowin' till they break me down
I'ma keep on spittin' till they take me down
[Chorus: Demoz]
Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian, can't kill a Pharaoh
Kill an African, Spanish n***a, your fuckin' niece
Kill a president, terrorist, kill a fuckin' priest
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a white man
See the moral of the story is you can spit ammo at anybody
Kill yourself, but not a fuckin' Pharaoh

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I'm hesitant to meet people, I have a tendency to eat people
My team feeds you the priest on the discreet steeple
I don't listen to anything you perceive legal
Turn a Christian to anything you would deem evil
Left with holes is how the submachine leave you
Small and precise, like you was poked with clean needles
I don't drag my brother into it 'cause he's peaceful
But Vinnie take a lot of shots like Japanese people
In fact, I take a lot of shots like Kobe does
I don't smoke the wakata no more, but the homie does
Stoupe the first muhfucker to show me drugs
And how to keep the motherfuckers safe in a Folgers mug
You a bitch, you don't do what a soldier does
If I was you, I'd move it to the left like Miss Hova does
Peace to everybody livin' that show me love
And anybody hatin' on the god you could hold your slug
[Chorus: Demoz & Vinnie Paz]
Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas carol
You can kill a Cambodian, can't kill a Pharaoh
AOTP, Demoz Demoz, Celph Titled, Rubix Cuban
Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a white man
Vinne Paz, Louie Dogs You can spit ammo at anybody
The Genocide General But not a fuckin' Pharaoh Pharoah Clique