Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Shot, artist - Snowgoons. Album song A Fist in the Thought, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
One Shot |
Hey yo the name is unchangeable, brain storm the universal |
Chain gang slinging my veins, painting my verses |
Strange stain paint on the page blazing the purple |
Main dames holding my thang-thangs in their purses |
Handcuffs to holding tanks, cages in Kirkland |
Faces stay straight but inside they’re hurting |
I rhyme for John J and the Crooked Line for certain |
It’s been built from the ground up since a youngster with curfew |
You rooftop hustlers scrambles to get the gamble |
From dice rolls to blackjack to credit scandal |
The knifepoint stuck to your chest, I run with the handle |
If I’m damaged, I spit with a humpback like a camel |
The pathological rhymesayer but I’m the greatest |
The hidden message, unspoken word behind the pages |
And many words are crazy, blessing to see the pesos |
I’m a king cause I say so, wear a crown for my halo |
Blades slice skin, this shit is a breeze like the nights wind |
Never fight sin, spit out the horror to fright men |
The lightning hits the rooftop, we don’t stop |
Gun’s cocked, return me to Satan with one shot |
A drugging motherfucker, destroy a goon’s beef |
From the dirty south, thieves stomp your face into the streets |
A living abortion, my riddle with vivid cultures of death |
And destruction, fucking belittle bitches with horse dicks |
I’ve lost it, exhausted, the Devil’s darkened my forces |
Blood is gorgeous, especially yours but on the porches |
And doors of all who worship the light |
I bring the of torture at night |
My evil forces hold my sources of glorious fright |
My brain’s sick, heart’s dead, eyes red |
Putting you weak motherfuckers to bed |
Big sleep where the pigs eat, get chewed up like Wrigley |
Roll to Philly, fog up the lab with Dr. Illby |
We smash you, you think you nuts homie? |
They call me cashew |
I blast you, rigor mortis stiff, froze like a statue |
The last dude you ever wanna fuck with, I run this |
Kills abundant, Lucifer’s wrath is felt among us |