(Intro)
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 m************ Snowgoons in the building
and you're rocking with Singapore Kane and Slaine, it's 2008, dummy
(Verse 1 - Slaine)
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 p*** 'em off a little more, whatchu think I got a f****** 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 c**e out of Swiss francs
(Chorus) x2
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, f*** the debating, whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred
(Verse 2 - Singapore Kane)
It's no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates, soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate
sidestep the petty s***, 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 s*** 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 [? ] nook, 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
(Verse 3 - Lord Lhus)
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 b*** my s*** 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 b****** and c***ing?
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 [? ] and pull?
(Chorus) x2
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, f*** the debating, whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred
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 m************ Snowgoons in the building
and you're rocking with Singapore Kane and Slaine, it's 2008, dummy
(Verse 1 - Slaine)
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 p*** 'em off a little more, whatchu think I got a f****** 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 c**e out of Swiss francs
(Chorus) x2
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, f*** the debating, whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred
(Verse 2 - Singapore Kane)
It's no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates, soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate
sidestep the petty s***, 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 s*** 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 [? ] nook, 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
(Verse 3 - Lord Lhus)
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 b*** my s*** 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 b****** and c***ing?
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 [? ] and pull?
(Chorus) x2
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, f*** the debating, whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred