Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Massacre, artist - Snowgoons.
Date of issue: 27.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Massacre |
Yo, I got the missions on runs, to visit the slumps |
Forties a whole roll of weed small whole day loans |
The black long roadsides to the clips of my guns |
Left the Bishop dead gave me some trouble once |
Hallelujah, I’m about to put some halos through ya |
Twin ultra boys nicknamed righteous Rugers |
Cats in the jungle tryin' to fight with cougars |
Kamala, Lord Lhus straight with the door rush |
Qualm making bombs back of the tour bus |
Soldiers on high up sniffing the war dust |
Trapped out, figured you had Kemble tapped out |
Mercenary style I got the industry mapped out |
Back leaders with their maps put a hole fucking back out |
I’m serious y’all thinking straight with their right route |
I’m Atheist y’all don’t believe in god |
So I punish you so you better start believing in god Kamala |
Savage brothers, yeah boom snap at the enemy qualm raps holds nothing |
When they attack with no substance |
What’s going on Qualm I’m strong like an Atlas cause madness |
It seemingly more tragic trapped in a sodomatic |
I need to squeeze at least threes in my breeze |
If you’re being a pea if you speak Vietnamese |
Got you tongue twisted fuck business I’m a dump missiles |
Slugs hit you, Get you in a Thug issues |
I’m a fisher like black and white stripes |
Back to life Michael Jackson on a mic |
Like when I was slapping |
I make a smooth flow when your wife caught me bumping and smashing |
Trap you like ratchet slapped from Nazerene |
Slight above averaging quite when I’m an afterlife |
Titans when they are clashing |
Like Christ without the passion |
Big Bang Theory slices through an atom |
Put a fucking set up like lights camera and actions |
Delete the god that can turn into a beast |
No spit that can’t stop me |
Getting cocky by showing me your teeth |
I’m reaching out to Chief Kamachi |
Bring out your hair shavers |
I would like to torture you |
I’ll treat you like as a traitor |
I will slaughter you |
Just like your morning coward this ain’t call for blood |
You get down and lay down we ain’t coming for love |
Now the bomb got switched I knew you would get lit looking Suspicious |
Now you believe me in god pulling them shits you’ll be my witness |
We got the most cannons virtue myself |
Because I know I’m Satan and you’re hatin' my help |
I can see the noise you are making |
Which you saying |
You see homie that’s the problem I got too much In my rap |
See I’m starving |
Take your steak off my plate see that’s how it has to be |
You had plenty of time to eat homie now it’s my turn to feed |
Word up Lord Lhus burn down the place |
Bring out the Hatred in your place and bang her in her face |
Welcome to hell when you gobbles are dwell |
One life one shout cross me oh well |
I’ll never forget it to Priest myself |
Fort battles Gangrene go for DELF |
Look at my eyes and all yourself |
It’s nothing but pain left I’m here for your health |
Somebody call a doctor this man needs help |
Iron Fist sings shatters as troys dealt |
I’m a problem liquor earth comet |
Place with your projects pile of vomit |
No, fighters and bears are louder, than a guitarist |
Six hours, no you betcha her flowers |
I’m a find my powers with a beast who devours |
On week outs, nah I fear none |
I send a shot air drum you hear me son |
Never stop on a beat when I’m equal with a nun |