Agony Fires Lyrics
| Song | Agony Fires |
| Artist | Army of the Pharaohs |
| Artist | Apathy |
| Artist | Vinnie Paz |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Unholy Terror |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I lick a shot in the sky | |
| A war don, you're gone cousin, Optimus Prime | |
| You a bitch, one of 700 Solomon's wives | |
| I was in Constantinople during Ottoman's shine | |
| My glock is a nine | |
| My thirty-eight Wesson a beautiful bitch | |
| You rhyme like a hoe, find a more suitable pitch | |
| You bout to find out why German Lugers exist | |
| Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch | |
| It ain't a single man living could fuck with the beast | |
| Gay rapper, altar boy you fuckin' a priest | |
| Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police | |
| Dirt bag can't make money, he stuck in the streets | |
| [Planetary] | |
| What you think? I'm sittin' in this cage for nothing?, | |
| 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 body's that I hit up, can't fit us all | |
| Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip | |
| Paz sittin' with artillery to blow you to bits | |
| Shit, King Syze with the getaway | |
| All black UConn, shoes on everyday | |
| Gun play nowadays more frequent | |
| More real niggas mad fallin' off the deep end | |
| And your life depends on me | |
| I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze | |
| [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] | |
| You can start a riot in here, now who's wit me? | |
| Who the fuck gon' ride when this shit get shifty? | |
| Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me | |
| This Pharaohs shit fo' life, they gon' die right with me | |
| [Verse Two] [Celph Titled] | |
| Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow | |
| I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pida roll | |
| Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs | |
| I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on | |
| Satanic candles lit in my recording room | |
| I'm makin' hits, singing songs of death in Autotune | |
| Put a bear-trap on ya ankle | |
| Drop you off at Foot-Locker | |
| Mug the manager like, "What the fucks poppin'?!" | |
| Punks drop it, while I stand tall | |
| You see me, you seen the greatest rapper, modern man's call | |
| Electric meat-shaver that's a modern man's saw | |
| Precision chop limbs after I body slam y'all | |
| [Apathy] | |
| Hand saw, body chopper | |
| Bloody opera singer, Satan's trigger finger | |
| Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer | |
| Freddy Krueger sweater, rock a Beretta cocker | |
| I'll dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia 'fore they spot 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 Cube's and Eazy's | |
| Monster with the frees when I'm conquering MCs | |
| I be airin' rappers out, like I'm sponsored by Febreze | |
| If you stop to get some Z's | |
| I just haunt you in your dreams | |
| Smuggle yay from Medellin and vacation in Belize | |
| Please believe me | |
| [Chorus] [Planetary] [x2] | |
| You can start a riot in here, now who's wit me? | |
| Who the fuck gon' ride when this shit get shifty? | |
| Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me | |
| This Pharaohs shit fo' life, they gon' die right with me |
| I lick a shot in the sky | |
| A war don, you' re gone cousin, Optimus Prime | |
| You a bitch, one of 700 Solomon' s wives | |
| I was in Constantinople during Ottoman' s shine | |
| My glock is a nine | |
| My thirtyeight Wesson a beautiful bitch | |
| You rhyme like a hoe, find a more suitable pitch | |
| You bout to find out why German Lugers exist | |
| Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch | |
| It ain' t a single man living could fuck with the beast | |
| Gay rapper, altar boy you fuckin' a priest | |
| Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police | |
| Dirt bag can' t make money, he stuck in the streets | |
| Planetary | |
| What you think? I' m sittin' in this cage for nothing?, | |
| 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 body' s that I hit up, can' t fit us all | |
| Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip | |
| Paz sittin' with artillery to blow you to bits | |
| Shit, King Syze with the getaway | |
| All black UConn, shoes on everyday | |
| Gun play nowadays more frequent | |
| More real niggas mad fallin' off the deep end | |
| And your life depends on me | |
| I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze | |
| Chorus Planetary x2 | |
| You can start a riot in here, now who' s wit me? | |
| Who the fuck gon' ride when this shit get shifty? | |
| Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me | |
| This Pharaohs shit fo' life, they gon' die right with me | |
| Verse Two Celph Titled | |
| Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow | |
| I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pida roll | |
| Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs | |
| I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on | |
| Satanic candles lit in my recording room | |
| I' m makin' hits, singing songs of death in Autotune | |
| Put a beartrap on ya ankle | |
| Drop you off at FootLocker | |
| Mug the manager like, " What the fucks poppin'?!" | |
| Punks drop it, while I stand tall | |
| You see me, you seen the greatest rapper, modern man' s call | |
| Electric meatshaver that' s a modern man' s saw | |
| Precision chop limbs after I body slam y' all | |
| Apathy | |
| Hand saw, body chopper | |
| Bloody opera singer, Satan' s trigger finger | |
| Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer | |
| Freddy Krueger sweater, rock a Beretta cocker | |
| I' ll dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia ' fore they spot 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 Cube' s and Eazy' s | |
| Monster with the frees when I' m conquering MCs | |
| I be airin' rappers out, like I' m sponsored by Febreze | |
| If you stop to get some Z' s | |
| I just haunt you in your dreams | |
| Smuggle yay from Medellin and vacation in Belize | |
| Please believe me | |
| Chorus Planetary x2 | |
| You can start a riot in here, now who' s wit me? | |
| Who the fuck gon' ride when this shit get shifty? | |
| Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me | |
| This Pharaohs shit fo' life, they gon' die right with me |
| I lick a shot in the sky | |
| A war don, you' re gone cousin, Optimus Prime | |
| You a bitch, one of 700 Solomon' s wives | |
| I was in Constantinople during Ottoman' s shine | |
| My glock is a nine | |
| My thirtyeight Wesson a beautiful bitch | |
| You rhyme like a hoe, find a more suitable pitch | |
| You bout to find out why German Lugers exist | |
| Dig a hole, bury yourself, beautiful ditch | |
| It ain' t a single man living could fuck with the beast | |
| Gay rapper, altar boy you fuckin' a priest | |
| Fuck a cop, dirty pig we buckin' police | |
| Dirt bag can' t make money, he stuck in the streets | |
| Planetary | |
| What you think? I' m sittin' in this cage for nothing?, | |
| 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 body' s that I hit up, can' t fit us all | |
| Warchild got machetes with old blood on the tip | |
| Paz sittin' with artillery to blow you to bits | |
| Shit, King Syze with the getaway | |
| All black UConn, shoes on everyday | |
| Gun play nowadays more frequent | |
| More real niggas mad fallin' off the deep end | |
| And your life depends on me | |
| I ice out the whole joint and put your men on freeze | |
| Chorus Planetary x2 | |
| You can start a riot in here, now who' s wit me? | |
| Who the fuck gon' ride when this shit get shifty? | |
| Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me | |
| This Pharaohs shit fo' life, they gon' die right with me | |
| Verse Two Celph Titled | |
| Spur of the moment I could strike with a strategic blow | |
| I hold the heaters low and ground you up inside a pida roll | |
| Explosive botanist, obvious that I plant bombs | |
| I stand out in crowds like I got fluorescent pants on | |
| Satanic candles lit in my recording room | |
| I' m makin' hits, singing songs of death in Autotune | |
| Put a beartrap on ya ankle | |
| Drop you off at FootLocker | |
| Mug the manager like, " What the fucks poppin'?!" | |
| Punks drop it, while I stand tall | |
| You see me, you seen the greatest rapper, modern man' s call | |
| Electric meatshaver that' s a modern man' s saw | |
| Precision chop limbs after I body slam y' all | |
| Apathy | |
| Hand saw, body chopper | |
| Bloody opera singer, Satan' s trigger finger | |
| Rock the bells in Hell, call me a dead ringer | |
| Freddy Krueger sweater, rock a Beretta cocker | |
| I' ll dead a copper, head to Czechoslovakia ' fore they spot 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 Cube' s and Eazy' s | |
| Monster with the frees when I' m conquering MCs | |
| I be airin' rappers out, like I' m sponsored by Febreze | |
| If you stop to get some Z' s | |
| I just haunt you in your dreams | |
| Smuggle yay from Medellin and vacation in Belize | |
| Please believe me | |
| Chorus Planetary x2 | |
| You can start a riot in here, now who' s wit me? | |
| Who the fuck gon' ride when this shit get shifty? | |
| Where my niggas at? I know who ride wit me | |
| This Pharaohs shit fo' life, they gon' die right with me |
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