The Rapture
Snowgoons Lyrics


Its Meth murder music
Its the lyrical genocide
My men at war spread like pesticide
Knocked on heavens door
Beheaded and petrified
Talk shit, get offed within the enterprise
Step aside
I'mma let it fly like this set of knives
Switch blade, carve 'em
Said I couldn't hang
Because the colour of my skin
Watch the skin hang off em
I'm just stating facts it's the serrated
Tongue with the jaded rap
I traveled to hell with the
Best and made it back
Take a bump from the sadist punk
Tired of chasing drugs so drew an x through
My wrist to mark the place to cut
They found Meth as good as dead on the curb
Shot up the wrong vein addictions
Really getting on my nerves
Murder! Torture! Death! Pain!
Off two hit's of cocaine
I am killin' everythin'! This is
Murder! Torture! Death! Pain!
So what the game when I blow out your brains!
Murder! Torture! Death! pain!
Off two hit's of cocaine
I am killin' everythin' this is
Murder! Torture! Death! Pain!
So what the game when I'm
Blowin' out your brains!

You musta been smoking a boulder
For fucking with a soldier
That's sicker then Ebola
I roll up on the whole with a chainsaw
Turned his little toddler to coleslaw
Im gonna expose y'all
Savage with swollen balls i paint walls
Leave ya crib the massacre color
Lifting up this match just to blast whoever
I sever heads from shoulders
Don't want a sword
Put my hands around his neck till
I snap their vocal cords
Fuck your authority!
I grab a weed brownie from Gordy
And get to stomping niggas fast as sororities
They either speaking under they breath
Or ignoring me cause bossing up get the ass
Stretched on a gurney

Dressed in all black, Death attire
I'm Michael Myers mix with
Omar from The Wire read the flyer
Bizarre performing live tonight
Let me ask you a question
Bitch you ready to fucking die tonight
Two little boys, nine and eight
Sodomized and raped
Got em fucking scared straight
Menace to society without the grades
I borrowed out the phase
Mess with full blown AIDS
Ten OC's about to OD
Beat your newborn up like the UFC
I'm in Long Island hiding out
Killer, murder, pain
That's what Bizarre's about

Ayo a true lunatic
Shoot the shit with the creep
I'd rather off a beat a day than
Move a brick in a week collision with me?
Ill leave you to eternally bleeding
Have you no longer walking and
Re learning to read
If we further from greed the
Dream turning to green
Believe I keep murder between my
Shirt and my jeans
You work for the clean and roam
Around the earth like a fiend i rep 9
12 82, the birth of a king
And bring the verbal torture
Oughtta move with caution you'll need help
I breathe hell with D12 and
Leave welts with seat belts
And rebound with brain manipulation from
The nation of pain
You wet like rain precipitation when
You breaking the vein


Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, Cloud9



Written by: BUDGIE, MARTIN JOHN MCCARRICK, SIOUXSIE SIOUX, STEVEN SEVERIN

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Comments from YouTube:

@KZTHE8989

best verse & best flow go to Sean Strange.

@gregjohnsen5371

Sean strange killed it on the track

@megatron6245

Respect from London street 👍

@johnwilliams7931

Damn King Gordy's got talent... Best flow in Horrorcore.

@GOLDSHEVIK

D12 is epic. Sean Strange is a monster. Real Hip Hop.

@GoofTroop5150

swifty mcvay kills any track he's one of my favs from d-12 he's underrated he's lyrically good

@gwoloshyn

you must be smokin a boulder

@MarshallMathersthe7th

Wah! wah! wah!

@accradata

@@gwoloshyn Hahahaha gold.

@davidwoodtv7903

King gordy, killed this

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