Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck Rappers , by - Snowgoons. Release date: 16.11.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck Rappers |
| I am the best, come on say it with me: |
| Fuck rappers, Reef is my favorite MC |
| This beat is snappin' |
| The streets is crackin' |
| This beat is madness |
| Release the Kraken |
| Oh Yes. We bag it |
| Oh yes we back and you are gonna feel this shit |
| It’s the Snowgoons and I’m fucking frostilicus |
| Just an animal that wandered in straight from the wilderness |
| And I ain’t Youtube when I say I got a million clips |
| Passing years, me and my peers |
| Tell me homie, who rappin' better? |
| Who kill the track? |
| Who brought Philly back? |
| Nigga, check that track record |
| Yeah, you heard, right? |
| Yeah, I said my words right |
| Live from Germany and iron like the Third Reich |
| That was his third strike |
| Game off the plate |
| And my wolves have you screaming: «Please get 'em off my face!» |
| Uh, Too late |
| Now you food for the dogs |
| Raw food for them, nigga |
| I bring the pain |
| Open up your brain |
| Straight up won’t refuse a funeral, nigga |
| When I rock my sock, go straight, straight to the roof of them, nigga |
| What I say next day, nothing but the honest truth, little nigga |
| Y’all know I birthed you |
| I changed and burped you |
| I’m your fucking daddy |
| I got you your pair of first shoes, I dipped them in gold |
| I’m vicious and cold |
| I get this spit and fasten shit, like I listen to bone |
| These niggas wanna jam with the best, but they’re soft as butter be |
| B fuck with me son I be utterly dumping these wannabes underneath Sunny Creek |
| Kids dressing like Young MC |
| I’m one of these OGs pouring Sunny D |
| With a ton of weed and a gat under me |
| Got the MAC with me like Always Sunny see |
| Bitch nigga, chill |
| This nigga ill |
| When I rhyme, I’m like this nigga still |
| Trying, I’m dying |
| I like it if this nigga got killed |
| For the hell of it |
| I blaze that kush for the smell of it |
| We got that La-La |
| Blaze that La-La like that boy Carmelo’s bitch |
| You write poems |
| And make mellow hits |
| I’m on the felons list, for the best in this |
| May you rest in shit |
| You wretched prick |
| I get arrested if the way I’m blessing shit that sets a precedent you know the |
| rest of it |