Snowgoons
Snowgoons - Global Domination songtekst
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[Verse 1:] You don't want us now we're fucking you up I'm with the clique now It's T-dot running amok, hit you with sick styles Coming for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen I'm the father of your style with a gun got ammunition I could never be stopped, you could never take my spot But you can get shot, ask about me on the block This the one realest Lhus never faking the funk They be like son killed it punch it in the face of a chump This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music We connected to y'all with [?] and [?] A nuisance, spark marijuana everyday This Lord Lhus South Carolina born and raised [Verse 2:] I'm a New York Giant, I tackle your front line The shotgun clapping have you gagging on blood [?] My clique the morgue'll have another toe to tag Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag Show the flag with [?] for global domination Control the population, never fold to competition I'm doper than a bundle if you dare to try Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lye My name's Sean, a true product of the creep code No matter what my heart will forever be cold Jah through the jungle my people keep lurking [?] back to the death the fucking street urchin, we keep the heat bursting [Verse 3:] They gonna kill us now we gonna kill them We're not guerrillas, we're just real men Real killers gripping heaters till your steel bends Real recognise real but I don't hear them End of the world, end of the road, disappearing Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends My friends were informants [?] warrants They caught me in a sting like a nest full of hornets I'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with The Canadian government, judges and lawyers I think God sit back watch and enjoy this Destroy this [?] hit the button the missile deployed with [Verse 4:] Sicknature part of the goons [?] platoon [?] If y'all interrupting we're barging into this game with a marvellous boom You're better off embarking for doom I'll fuck your image up like it's a true artist on shrooms I ain't stopping for less, thinking cause I'm sick I'll be stuck in the bed You dick faces are fucked in the head Weekend releases, I'm reaping diseases, eager to eat this [?] snatching your chain leaving you pieceless [?] with prominent wishes stuck in the business Shit is in reverse, you get your eye [?] for the spinach Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen Now I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering ram [Verse 5:] Total the damage of broken the planet awoken to panic [?] the chrome with the cannon Brought the gun to show, they should've pat me down Dead bodies on the floor, hope you're happy now Now the cops on the phone trying to talk me down Will let the hot shit go, gonna let off a round [?] Vancouver to [?] I hear you loud Cop dope when the price is down Look at your head it got a price on it now I live the life that you're writing about See Pockets and the lights went out