Priesthood

*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*