Текст (слова) песни: Canibus - Priest Hood

As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen *horses neighing*
to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. The first three bring
conquest to war and famine.

[Intro: Killah Priest]
Yea, yea, yea, yea.
Yea, yea. Fuck that!
(Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya shitted.
Ya in some shit now, son.
It`s on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick.
I`m back! Fuck that shit!
Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e`rything, son.
I`ma prove this shit, right here.
Me and my nigga. What!?

[Movie Sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies.

[Killah Priest]
I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap
I`m a vocalist, nigga, I`m supposed to rip
Last Poet`s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*
What now, nigga? Look at ya talk shit
Just can`t do it, cuz you ain`t got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out
Ya trained all year, in a karate class
And took one second, to put yo` ass in a body bag
>From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don`t last
I like to pop shit, don`t get me started
I slap y`all mothafuckas like y`all little kids in kindegarten
Squeeze yo` head till yo` kidneys harden
Now watch this, I`ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron

[Movie Sample]
The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible`s
most terrifying figures.

[Killah Priest]
Cuz y`all niggaz is fucked up
and Brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya
I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
But don`t worry, cuz I`ma stitch ya
With a rusty screwdriver

[Chorus x2: Killah Priest]
Niggaz bop yo` heads to this, real shit
Call up yo` cliques to this, it`s realness
You feel this in yo` streets and village
Spare that new shit, Priest killed it

[Canibus]
Yo, yo, yo
Yo I`m a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability
To run at top speed without bendin my knees
I destory shit...

[Movie Sample]
The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all.

[Canibus]
...wrap my hands around ya neck region
Then I start squeezin `til ya stop breathin
You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues
I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs
Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain
You`ll probably never walk ever again
Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch
Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist
You can`t rhyme bitch, the one triple nine`s mine bitch
The pain`ll make ya voice change octaves
>From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MC`s by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ`s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures
You`ll be scared to leave the club wit us
You stratch my back, I`ll scratch your`s bitch
I`ll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud
Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood
The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds
Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas!
*horses neighing*

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Canibus - Priest Hood As the final days begin, God sends four terrible horsemen horses neighing to reek his vengeance on a sinfull word. The first three bring conquest to war and famine. [Intro: Killah Priest] Yea, yea, yea, yea. Yea, yea. Fuck that! (Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya shitted. Ya in some shit now, son. It`s on now, mothafuckas can suck my dick. I`m back! Fuck that shit! Ready to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e`rything, son. I`ma prove this shit, right here. Me and my nigga. What!? [Movie Sample] Violence and punishment of enemies. [Killah Priest] I give a fake rapper a heart attack, once I start to rap I`m a vocalist, nigga, I`m supposed to rip Last Poet`s told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick horses neighing What now, nigga? Look at ya talk shit Just can`t do it, cuz you ain`t got no teeth in ya mouth And I know ya just tired of me, beatin ya out Ya trained all year, in a karate class And took one second, to put yo` ass in a body bag >From a shotty blast, I walk up in ya club and ya parties don`t last I like to pop shit, don`t get me started I slap y`all mothafuckas like y`all little kids in kindegarten Squeeze yo` head till yo` kidneys harden Now watch this, I`ma call my whole mothafuckin squadron [Movie Sample] The four horsemen of the apocalypse are among the bible`s most terrifying figures. [Killah Priest] Cuz y`all niggaz is fucked up and Brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open But don`t worry, cuz I`ma stitch ya With a rusty screwdriver [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] Niggaz bop yo` heads to this, real shit Call up yo` cliques to this, it`s realness You feel this in yo` streets and village Spare that new shit, Priest killed it [Canibus] Yo, yo, yo Yo I`m a Macabeast MC and I possess the ability To run at top speed without bendin my knees I destory shit... [Movie Sample] The fourth horsemen is the most frightening of them all. [Canibus] ...wrap my hands around ya neck region Then I start squeezin `til ya stop breathin You weaklins is playin tug-of-war wit ya tongues I knock the teeth out ya gums and suck the breeze out ya lungs Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain You`ll probably never walk ever again Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, bitch Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist You can`t rhyme bitch, the one triple nine`s mine bitch The pain`ll make ya voice change octaves >From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage We judge MC`s by they lyrical fitness And punish DJ`s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper bitches for askin for our autograph and pictures You`ll be scared to leave the club wit us You stratch my back, I`ll scratch your`s bitch I`ll eat ya salt-fish, if ya suck my sausage I got an atomic sub, armed wit a sub-atomic scud Ready to spill ya crimson-colored blood The four horsemen on the back of four quadropeds Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, mothafuckas! horses neighing Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Priest Hood: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/13593.html Все тексты песен: Canibus » Canibus - Indisible » Canibus - Hypnytis » Canibus - 103 Jamz Freestyle » Canibus - I`ll Buss `Em You Punish `Em » Canibus - Second Round K.O. » Canibus - The C-Quel » Canibus - Nigganometry (Part 2) » Canibus - Mic-Nificent » Canibus - Horsemen » Canibus - Behind Enemy Rhymes » Canibus - How Come » Canibus - Hott Tonight » Canibus - It`s Logic » Canibus - How we roll » Canibus - Cenior Studies 02 » Canibus - Draft Me » Canibus - Die Slow » Canibus - Make a Name for Ourselves » Canibus - Die Slow » Canibus - Showtime at the Gallow Рекомендуем скачать: » Застольные песни - Ах, эта девушка » Зинур Миналиев - Уходит день, уже звонят к Всенощной... » Злата Кудинова - Зима-весна » Зоопарк, Майк Науменко - Выстрелы » Земфира - Jim Beam (Уфа 97) » Застольные песни - Вот кто-то с горочки спустился » Злата Кудинова - Не ищи меня в море » Зинур Миналиев - Что-то женское » Земфира - Паранойя » Зоя Ященко - Синий цвет » Заира Аминова - Устала я что-то, братцы... » Звери - Просто такая сильная любовь » Застольные песни - Лилия » Заира Аминова - Тюльпан » Застольные песни - Август » Звери - Районы \| Кварталы » Застольные песни - Ненаглядный мой » Застольные песни - Глобус » Звуки МУ, Петр Мамонов - Наташа » Зинур Миналиев - Посвящение Шухрату Хусаинову
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