Snowgoons, Chief Kamachi, Lord Lhus, Savage Brothers - Massacre lyrics
[Snowgoons, Chief Kamachi, Lord Lhus, Savage Brothers - Massacre lyrics]
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 shit's 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
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 shit's 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