Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Madness Begins, artist - Snowgoons. Date of issue: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Madness Begins |
| Name a rapper that could lift up the mic stand |
| Not say a word and get applause with no mic in his hand |
| But a knife in his pants I’m a vigilante |
| Used to be in Honda Civics with my niggas antsy |
| Hats backhandy with the system quaking |
| Philly fitted, black gloves like a first baseman |
| Every verse shake them now they nervous twitching |
| Didn’t know my simple words burned your nervous system |
| You a murder victim, I’m paying the hitman |
| I’m with Banish and they vanish when the flames hit them |
| I’m so sick man I can’t get prescriptions |
| They kick me out of hospitals cause I’m so addicted |
| The oxycontin of a cocky doctrine |
| Enlighten the crowd, a lyrical tsunami plotting |
| Army Of The Pharaoh frontline |
| I’m up front cause I’m so clutch when it’s crunchtime |
| Let the madness begin |
| If you ain’t the shit you better dip |
| You better take off before I break off |
| Let the madness begin, I’m tapping your chin |
| I’ll rip your face off like I’m Nicolas Cage |
| Wanna face off? |
| I just send you to the lord |
| Rapping with me is like kissing a bus |
| Man you get fucked up and all bashed up |
| Came a long way thinking what the strong say |
| Our way killer we feel it after a long day |
| Song stay stuck in your head like a fallacy |
| My team on the buck with a puff of the wild green |
| Style breed change but we out for the paper stacks |
| Take you back where we lay you flat |
| Slay a track easy, believe me we gonna mash it quick |
| Banish, Planet, Crypt turn your weak little plan into shit |
| Damage your bitch and it ain’t nothing personal |
| Flipped her in ten positions, show her that I’m versatile |
| Hurts to feel stupid, you fuckers getting the worst pain |
| First lane moving is losing I got a cursed brain |
| Insane God’s fury take the world along |
| Couldn’t answer questions, the bullets flew, you dead wrong |
| Head strong like my mind’s been hitting the juice |
| Get truth when I tell you that you’ll be visiting Proof |
| Yo it’s Outerspace and we back in the building |
| Lick shots in the air till it’s collapsing the ceiling |
| Faggots like you got the nerve to catch feelings |
| Cause our shit bang louder and we be top billing |
| We be top villains, my team we block killing |
| Praying on my downfall can’t see me rock millions |
| Plan is chilling, Crypt is chilling |
| Banish will pull the ratchet and smack you little children |
| your third eye blind |
| Going in front like you ain’t heard I rhyme |
| I’m violent by design, rhymes are x-rated |
| Clip’s extra long continue to just spray shit |
| Y’all real errors continue to say gay shit |
| I’m a savage, blood and guts over the pavement |
| Body anybody if it’s over a payment |
| These word arrangements leave me guilty at my arraignment |