Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hatred, artist - Snowgoons. Album song Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Hatred |
| God I think the world is about to collapse! |
| C’mon |
| The buildings and walls are all falling |
| If you don’t know, you should by now |
| It’s the motherfucking Snowgoons (Snowgoons in the building) |
| And you’re rocking with Singapore Kane |
| And Slaine |
| Motherfucker fucking around no more |
| No one’s fucking around. |
| C’mon |
| It’s 2008 dummy |
| All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain |
| They see me 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 paint drops 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 |
| What you 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! |
| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred |
| 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! |
| What you 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 was hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly |
| No one believes the shit that you spit on your telly |
| Despite how you think it looks, I never play by the books |
| The silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook |
| Pulling out the biggest jux, fill every cranny and nook |
| Fight to the death with guns and knives and left hooks |
| Dude’s 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 cobras |
| The style raw, kick it rugged like its sting’ll crack your face |
| This demonic place, ditched me in hell what I create |
| This the rhyme squad, so my mind is gone with the wind |
| I’m better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend |
| To the end I’ma 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 ill sick twisted acapella when I rock a fella |
| Rolling with dime bitches and cock inhalers |
| 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, swing at me coward, I’ll pull a straight thug |
| 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! |
| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred |
| 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! |
| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred |
| (Hatred, hatred) |