As the final days beginGod 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]
Yeayeayeayea.
Yeayea. fuck that!
(set it off.) yeayeaya shitted.
Ya in some shit nowson.
It's on nowmothafuckas can suck my dick.
I'm back! fuck that shit!
Ready to eat niggaz upbeat they ass and e'rythingson.
I'ma prove this shitright here.
Me and my nigga. what!?

[movie sample]
Violence and punishment of enemies.

[killah priest]
I give a fake rapper a heart attackonce I start to rap
I'm a vocalistniggaI'm supposed to rip
Last poet's told me thishit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist
Then I finish ya off with my tremendous horse-kick *horses neighing*
What nownigga? look at ya talk shit
Just can't do itcuz you ain't got no teeth in ya mouth
And I know ya just tired of mebeatin ya out
Ya trained all yearin a karate class
And took one secondto put yo' ass in a body bag
>from a shotty blastI walk up in ya club and ya parties don't last
I like to pop shitdon'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 thisi'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 yaand cut ya open
But don't worrycuz i'ma stitch ya
With a rusty screwdriver

[chorus x2: killah priest]
Niggaz bop yo' heads to thisreal shit
Call up yo' cliques to thisit's realness
You feel this in yo' streets and village
Spare that new shitpriest killed it

[canibus]
Yoyoyo
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
Niggayou think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff
Pull you behind my horse til I break ya spinebitch
Stop cryin bitchbefore I hit ya wit the iron fist
You can't rhyme bitchthe one triple nine's mine bitch
The pain'll make ya voice change octaves
>from low-pitched to high-pitchedevery 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 backI'll scratch your's bitch
I'll eat ya salt-fishif ya suck my sausage
I got an atomic subarmed 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 foreheadsmothafuckas!
*horses neighing*