One Shot
Snowgoons Lyrics

Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering long, I stood there wondering.
The intro sets the mood for the song, implying that the following lyrics hold a darker and deeper meaning. It is like peering into a dark abyss, wondering what lurks beyond.

Hey yo the name is unchangeable, brain storm the universal
The artist introduces himself as someone who cannot be altered, capable of expressing his thoughts and ideas to a global audience.

Chain gang slinging my veins, painting my verses
The artist uses music as a way to express himself, similar to how a chain gang uses physical labor to channel their energy.

Strange stain paint on the page blazing the purple
The artist is using a unique and unconventional style of writing, which stands out from conventional rap music, painting vivid and colorful pictures with his words.

Main dames holding my thang-thangs in their purses
The artist is using crude language to describe women's attraction to him, suggesting that they hold him in high regard and protect him.

Handcuffs to holding tanks, cages in Kirkland
The artist sees a parallel between the legal system and a prison, where the only escape is through one's creativity and imagination.

Faces stay straight but inside they're hurting
The artist notices that people maintain a façade of happiness, but deep down, they are struggling with their own inner demons.

I rhyme for John J and the Crooked Line for certain
The artist is dedicated to his craft, using his rhymes to pay tribute to those who came before him in music history.

It's been built from the ground up since a youngster with curfew
The artist's success in music is a result of his hard work and dedication from a young age, despite facing obstacles such as curfew restrictions.

You rooftop hustlers scrambles to get the gamble
The artist observes the desperation of people who resort to illegal means for financial gain, risking their safety and freedom in the process.

From dice rolls to blackjack to credit scandal
The artist witnesses the progression of illegal activities from small-scale gambling to more serious crimes, such as credit card fraud.

The knifepoint stuck to your chest, I run with the handle
The artist sees violence as a means of asserting dominance and control, likening it to holding the handle of a knife and using it to intimidate others.

If I'm damaged, I spit with a humpback like a camel
The artist draws on his resilience, suggesting that he will continue making music even if he experiences setbacks, performing with a humpback like a camel that can sustain itself in challenging environments.

The pathological rhymesayer but I'm the greatest
The artist believes that his unique style of rapping sets him apart from others, enhancing his confidence and self-worth.

The hidden message, unspoken word behind the pages
The artist suggests that there is a deeper meaning to his lyrics, which is not immediately evident, implying that he embeds subtext and symbolism in his music.

And many words are crazy, blessing to see the pesos
The artist acknowledges that some of his lyrics may seem illogical or nonsensical, but still brings him financial success and prosperity.

I'm a king cause I say so, wear a crown for my halo
The artist sees himself as royalty, with the power to proclaim himself as king and wear a crown as a symbol of his status and importance.

Blades slice skin, this shit is a breeze like the nights wind
The chorus is violent, alluding to knives slicing skin with ease, likened to the night wind that is both gentle and dangerous.

Never fight sin, spit out the horror to fright men
The artist believes people should not deny their sinful impulses, but instead confront them, using it to create horror that instills fear in others.

The lightning hits the rooftop, we don't stop
The artist suggests that like lightning, he and his crew are a force to be reckoned with, likening their momentum to a powerful storm that cannot be stopped.

Gun's cocked, return me to Satan with one shot
The artist is willing to die, but only by his own hands, choosing to return to Satan with one shot from his own gun.

A drugging motherfucker, destroy a goon's beef
In the second verse, the artist describes himself as a drug user, capable of ending disputes between rival crews with violence.

From the dirty south, thieves stomp your face into the streets
The artist is from an area where crime and violence are prevalent, suggesting that he has faced and participated in similar activities.

A living abortion, my riddle with vivid cultures of death
The artist uses graphic language and violent imagery to describe his lyrics, likening them to an aborted child with elements of death and destruction.

And destruction, fucking belittle bitches with horse dicks
The artist's lyrics are misogynistic and vulgar, using crude language to describe his sexual exploits and the degradation of women.

I've lost it, exhausted, the Devil's darkened my forces
The artist feels like he's losing his mind, drained from his struggles with temptation and sin, which he sees as demonic forces controlling him.

Blood is gorgeous, especially yours but on the porches
The artist revels in violence and bloodshed, finding it beautiful and desirable, but acknowledges that his actions have a price, leaving bloodstains on the doorsteps of those affected.

And doors of all who worship the light
The artist considers those who embrace positivity and righteousness as his enemies, targeting them with his violent behavior and lyrics.

I bring the [? ] of torture at night
The artist is capable of inflicting unimaginable pain and suffering in his victims, using it as a tool for intimidation and control.

My evil forces hold my sources of glorious fright
The artist suggests that his wickedness and malevolence are the sources of his power and fame, instilling fear and admiration in his listeners.

My brain's sick, heart's dead, eyes red
The artist recognizes the toll his lifestyle has taken on him, causing him to suffer mentally, emotionally, and physically.

Putting you weak motherfuckers to bed
The artist asserts his dominance over his rivals, overpowering them and defeating them easily.

Big sleep where the pigs eat, get chewed up like Wrigley
The artist paints a picture of a grim fate for those who cross him, suggesting they will end up dead and become food for animals, such as pigs, with the same outcome as gum that gets chewed up and discarded.

Roll to Philly, fog up the lab with Dr. Illby
The artist is on the move, traveling to Philadelphia, to collaborate with a producer (possibly Dr. Illby) and make more music.

We smash you, you think you nuts homie? They call me cashew
The artist boasts of his strength and toughness, suggesting that he can easily defeat his opponents, with people calling him 'cashew' (a type of nut) to poke fun at his bravado.

I blast you, rigor mortis stiff, froze like a statue
The artist describes how he would kill someone, using violent language to describe the effects of a gunshot, causing the victim's body to become stiff and motionless.

The last dude you ever wanna fuck with, I run this
The artist is confident in his abilities and power, intimidating others and suggesting that they would regret ever challenging him.

Kills abundant, Lucifer's wrath is felt among us
The artist revels in the destruction he causes, seeing himself as an agent of chaos, bringing the wrath of the devil to those around him.