| Song | Ripped to Shreds |
| Artist | Army of the Pharaohs |
| Artist | Demoz |
| Artist | Vinnie Paz |
| Artist | Celph Titled |
| Album | The Unholy Terror |
| I'm comin to your classroom strapped like kindergarten cop (Ah) | |
| In the start as (ah) and the hardest artist to rock (Ah) | |
| Roll over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene | |
| When the hammer bust we start a war we carnivores in DVD | |
| Ain't runnin from shit bitch we ain't scared, you ain't gonna disrespect a vet | |
| With a choppa that, (got shell catchers) won't be no ballistic check | |
| I get the cheque, I get the dough, god dammit I be the shit fo sho' | |
| Celph Titled hit the motha fuckin spot mother fuckers get shot mother fuckers will hit the floor | |
| When my brothers marchin' it's when I'm above the margin | |
| Your whole parliament turn butter soft like tubs of magarin | |
| Awesome arson with a large carbon got ya sparkin often involved in carvin apart kids in they apartment And | |
| You can't see me from this angle True | |
| But the torch in my arm will show you what a full on blaze will do | |
| The cuban caucasian dude lacerations from sabertooth | |
| My bitches hold guns like sarah palin in a bathin suit | |
| [Chorus: Demoz] | |
| Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol | |
| You can kill a cambodian can't kill a pharaoh | |
| Kill a african, spanish, nigga your fuckin niece | |
| Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest | |
| Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand | |
| Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man | |
| See the moral of this 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 by ? to be ? you high on the E | |
| I move like Mohammed Ali | |
| Test me, you won’t want to be my | |
| Food for thought, who would’ve thought? | |
| That I woulda been something you woulda bought | |
| Cause you would’ve thought I would’ve been | |
| Too perked up to prove it again | |
| Too perked up to lose it again | |
| When ? got me moving my pen | |
| And I ain’t rolling around, shot in his head and a hole in the ground | |
| I ain’t gotta wait, my moment is now | |
| ? gotta hate I’mma flow out of 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 is cocked and it popped and it sure enough fold 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 | |
| Flows so sick it reminds you of shit | |
| Don’t know shit when the coppers around | |
| I ain’t never Jay copping the pound | |
| I ain’t ever seen jay coppin a pound | |
| I ain’t ever seen vinnie ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a homicide | |
| Can’t spare the look on his face like fuck you now | |
| Fuck him, fuck her, you can hate me now | |
| You keep on going till it break me down | |
| I’mma keep on spitting till they take me down | |
| [Chorus: Demoz] | |
| Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol | |
| You can kill a cambodian can't kill a pharaoh | |
| Kill a african spanish nigga your fuckin niece | |
| Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest | |
| Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand | |
| Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man | |
| See the moral of this 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 descreet 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 sub machine leave you | |
| Small and percise, like you was poked with 3 needles | |
| I don't drag my brother into it cause hes peaceful | |
| But vinnie takes alot of shots like japanese people | |
| In fact I take alot of shots like kobe does | |
| I don't smoke the rock anymore but the homie does | |
| Stoop the first mother fucker to show me drugs | |
| And how to keep the mother fuckers face on a foldgers mug | |
| You a bitch, you don't do what a soldier does | |
| If I was you I'd move into the left like Miss Jova does | |
| Peace to everybody livin that shows me love | |
| And anybody hatin on the god you can hold your slug | |
| [Chorus: Demoz] | |
| Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol | |
| You can kill a cambodian can't kill a pharaoh | |
| Kill a african spanish nigga your fuckin niece | |
| Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest | |
| Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand | |
| Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man | |
| See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, kill yourself but not a fuckin pharaoh |
| I' m comin to your classroom strapped like kindergarten cop Ah | |
| In the start as ah and the hardest artist to rock Ah | |
| Roll over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene | |
| When the hammer bust we start a war we carnivores in DVD | |
| Ain' t runnin from shit bitch we ain' t scared, you ain' t gonna disrespect a vet | |
| With a choppa that, got shell catchers won' t be no ballistic check | |
| I get the cheque, I get the dough, god dammit I be the shit fo sho' | |
| Celph Titled hit the motha fuckin spot mother fuckers get shot mother fuckers will hit the floor | |
| When my brothers marchin' it' s when I' m above the margin | |
| Your whole parliament turn butter soft like tubs of magarin | |
| Awesome arson with a large carbon got ya sparkin often involved in carvin apart kids in they apartment And | |
| You can' t see me from this angle True | |
| But the torch in my arm will show you what a full on blaze will do | |
| The cuban caucasian dude lacerations from sabertooth | |
| My bitches hold guns like sarah palin in a bathin suit | |
| Chorus: Demoz | |
| Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol | |
| You can kill a cambodian can' t kill a pharaoh | |
| Kill a african, spanish, nigga your fuckin niece | |
| Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest | |
| Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand | |
| Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man | |
| See the moral of this 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 by nbsp? to be nbsp? you high on the E | |
| I move like Mohammed Ali | |
| Test me, you won' t want to be my | |
| Food for thought, who would' ve thought? | |
| That I woulda been something you woulda bought | |
| Cause you would' ve thought I would' ve been | |
| Too perked up to prove it again | |
| Too perked up to lose it again | |
| When nbsp? got me moving my pen | |
| And I ain' t rolling around, shot in his head and a hole in the ground | |
| I ain' t gotta wait, my moment is now | |
| ? gotta hate I' mma flow out of 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 is cocked and it popped and it sure enough fold 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 | |
| Flows so sick it reminds you of shit | |
| Don' t know shit when the coppers around | |
| I ain' t never Jay copping the pound | |
| I ain' t ever seen jay coppin a pound | |
| I ain' t ever seen vinnie ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a homicide | |
| Can' t spare the look on his face like fuck you now | |
| Fuck him, fuck her, you can hate me now | |
| You keep on going till it break me down | |
| I' mma keep on spitting till they take me down | |
| Chorus: Demoz | |
| Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol | |
| You can kill a cambodian can' t kill a pharaoh | |
| Kill a african spanish nigga your fuckin niece | |
| Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest | |
| Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand | |
| Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man | |
| See the moral of this 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 descreet 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 sub machine leave you | |
| Small and percise, like you was poked with 3 needles | |
| I don' t drag my brother into it cause hes peaceful | |
| But vinnie takes alot of shots like japanese people | |
| In fact I take alot of shots like kobe does | |
| I don' t smoke the rock anymore but the homie does | |
| Stoop the first mother fucker to show me drugs | |
| And how to keep the mother fuckers face on a foldgers mug | |
| You a bitch, you don' t do what a soldier does | |
| If I was you I' d move into the left like Miss Jova does | |
| Peace to everybody livin that shows me love | |
| And anybody hatin on the god you can hold your slug | |
| Chorus: Demoz | |
| Light a candle in the snow, fuck a christmas carrol | |
| You can kill a cambodian can' t kill a pharaoh | |
| Kill a african spanish nigga your fuckin niece | |
| Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fuckin priest | |
| Your momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand | |
| Kill a hustla, customer, kill a white man | |
| See the moral of this story is you can spit ammo at anybody, kill yourself but not a fuckin pharaoh |