Snowgoons - The Hatred lyrics

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God I think the world is about to collapse! C'mon!

The buildings and walls are are falling

If you don't know, you should by now

It's the motherfucking Snowgoons in the building

And you're rocking with Singapore Kane and Slaine

It's 2008, dummy

All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain

They see my rising with the rebels to the top of the building

Being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling

Desolate soul for vodka that's swilling, popping the pilling

Jealously swirling in their eyes, they're plotting to kill em

But I been there and believe me, I ain't forgotten the feeling

I lived the dark nights and heard the pain crash from the ceiling

I mean the raindrops hang in 'caine spots with dealers

Now fighting a different war, smoking less, sniffing more

Every week a different chore, every month a different tour

I got a gang of haters everyday I piss em off a little more

Whatchu think I got a fucking pistol for?

Jealousy's a disease that affect my enemies

They're scheming while they're sipping on the Hennessy

Me, I'm overseas making G's like I stick banks

Rocking mics, sniffing foreign coke out of Swiss francs

We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation

When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement

The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, fuck the debating

Whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred

It's no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates

Soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate

Sidestep the petty shit, forever it's a militant's mission

To get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks

Test me, I'm ready, my girl got my machete

And she's ready to cut your throat like Chequeta in Belly

You as hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly

No one believes the shit that you spit on the telly

Despite how you live your looks I'll never play by the books

The silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook

Pulling out the biggest jux you'll ever

Fight to the death with guns and knives and left hooks

Dudes talk the talk but they don't walk any similar

We'll separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar

High off the sticky, insane when I'm sober

Spit poison in my verse like killer cobra

The style raw, kick it rugged like it's sting'll crack your face

It's the mind place ditched me in hell what I create

It's the rhyme squad, some of mine is gone with the wind

I'm better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend

To the end I'm a murder this, MC's keep on observing this

I hear you bite my shit and they're gonna find you where the murder was

I kick it I'll sick twisted acapella when I rock a fella

Rolling with dime bitches and cocking?

My rhyme is torture, slowly pulling out your guts

While your whole body soaked in alcohol and paper cuts

Then the knife slides into your right thigh

You think you might die, you right, you see the visions of your life fly

Right past you, my clique'll really bash you

Into your skull then suck your brains out like a vacuum

My backroom is filled with goons and street thugs

Killers hate love, sweeten your