作词 : Esclante, Reed *horses neighing* As the final days begin, God sends four terrible hor*********** *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. *********** that! (Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya ***********tted. Ya in some ***********t now, son. It's on now, ***********as can suck my ***********. I'm back! *********** that ***********t! Ready to eat ***********z up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this ***********t, right here. Me and my ***********. 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, ***********, 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, ***********? Look at ya talk ***********t 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 ***********t, don't get me started I slap y'all ***********as like y'all little kids in kindegarten Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden Now watch this, I'ma call my whole *********** squadron [Movie Sample] The four hor*********** of the apocalypse are among the bible's most terrifying figures. [Killah Priest] Cuz y'all ***********z is ****** up and Brooklyn ***********z 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] ***********z bop yo' heads to this, real ***********t Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness You feel this in yo' streets and village Spare that new ***********t, 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 ***********t... [Movie Sample] The fourth hor*********** 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 ***********, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, *********** Stop cryin ***********, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist You can't rhyme ***********, the one triple nine's mine *********** The pain'll make ya voice change octaves >From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper *********** 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 *********** 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 hor*********** on the back of four quadropeds Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, ***********as! *horses neighing*
作词 : Esclante, Reed *horses neighing* As the final days begin, God sends four terrible hor*********** *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. *********** that! (Set it off.) Yea, yea, ya ***********tted. Ya in some ***********t now, son. It's on now, ***********as can suck my ***********. I'm back! *********** that ***********t! Ready to eat ***********z up, beat they ass and e'rything, son. I'ma prove this ***********t, right here. Me and my ***********. 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, ***********, 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, ***********? Look at ya talk ***********t 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 ***********t, don't get me started I slap y'all ***********as like y'all little kids in kindegarten Squeeze yo' head till yo' kidneys harden Now watch this, I'ma call my whole *********** squadron [Movie Sample] The four hor*********** of the apocalypse are among the bible's most terrifying figures. [Killah Priest] Cuz y'all ***********z is ****** up and Brooklyn ***********z 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] ***********z bop yo' heads to this, real ***********t Call up yo' cliques to this, it's realness You feel this in yo' streets and village Spare that new ***********t, 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 ***********t... [Movie Sample] The fourth hor*********** 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 ***********, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spine, *********** Stop cryin ***********, before I hit ya wit the Iron Fist You can't rhyme ***********, the one triple nine's mine *********** The pain'll make ya voice change octaves >From low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
And punish DJ's for puttin corny stickers on they mixes Smack the stripper *********** 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 *********** 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 hor*********** on the back of four quadropeds Puttin four hoof prints on ya foreheads, ***********as! *horses neighing*
