[Verse 1: Sicknature]
Call us the Snowdengoons, a team revealing a smacker
So hard that it wouldn't even be radio active in the Fukushima reactor
Work with trustworthy brands like La Coka Nostra
Cause the industry is weird like being on facebook and a homie pokes ya
Techno beats, and fakes saying they long for having a beef
They´re better off catching Dracula suntanning in Greece
Cause if reality hits dudes in the kisser
They probably throw more peace
Signs than japanese chicks do in their pictures
Their lyrics are evidence of incompetence
These spitters sound dead like they´re residents of Necropolis
Never think that music would make me hard, that´s truly and overly stupid
Not even with viagra while Medusa was blowing me to it
The day Goon MuSick does pop on a record
Will Be the day you catch a 90 year old nun getting pregnant
The lame ma**es must of taken tablets pain for the deranged ma**es
Diabolic tell them how we change manners
[Verse 2: Diabolic]
I see fake rappers they want to take after Rick Ross
I tell them have a seizure on a plane after lift off
My Brain's bugged-way too pissed off to gain love
Cause sh**'s soft as Drake wearing lip gloss in gay clubs
I'll show these fake thugs-what sh** talk is made of
When I dress up like Kris Kross and crip walk through Wayne's blood
My crew is thick full of sick thoughts with graves dug
More animals than Noah when his ship fought the great flood
Who want to take part-in pulling rapper's face cards
And punch them in the face hard-as Lil B the based god
Same squads-claiming thug life's their blood type
In gun fights-are getting pistol whipped quicker than Pun's wife
Give me one mic-and 'Bolic brings the lord's wrath
Off the top like pilgrim's scalps natives on the war path
The forecast-calls for brainstorms to cascade
Sicker than the bible's Black Plague-in the last days
[Verse 3: Side Effect]
Now when I see a microphone I wanna damage it I'm fiendin'
My management is more like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
We a dirty combination team full of heathens
Apply pressure you stop breathin' we stop squeezin'
Simple give and take, middle 'tween two extremes
For hip hop heads I keep a sharp guillotine
Seeing cream? oh you earned a buck now?
Talkin bout you turnt up, you get turnt the f** down
You just a nut who survived an abortion
Waterhead baby tryna ride out with these horsemen
Chief Keef corny type dudes get addressed to
And we don't give a Waka Flockin f** what the rest do
No way you can circumvent, Laughin' at ya unworthy workmanship
Write Bunsen Burners when I merk this sh**
American-African spittin bloodborne pathogens
Right before I pour the gas and throw the acid in
[Verse 4: Aspects]
f** a Rift Raft that sh**s crap, they need to get b**h slapped
This ain't no f**ing diss track its real rap we spit facts
These fack rappers spit wack, these b**hes need to get back
Id rather f** a ho with AIDS dawg and smoke crack
And Lil B is literally the epitome of f**ed up
His music makes me want to bash his face in with nunchucks
They no C Millers these fake thugs ain't k**ers
They sell a ounce on the block and now they dealers ?
Just take your name from a real OG in the streets
And claim you got game even if you was police
And you get fame just fake it and ride on a beat
You ain't gotta spit flames cuz apparently its obsolete
Yo f** that these fake thugs are fake . i hate it
What the f** is wrong with this world how they ever make it?
The philosophy of fake rappers is just to make it up
We need to bomb atomically on this industry to wake it up
[Verse 5: Reef The Lost Cauze]
Ayo I been silent, I tried to stay out of it
But now your mouth, ima smack the sh** out of it
There's no way you can get out of it
You´re gonna swim with the fishes yeah the salmon and the halibut
A f*ggot rapper, here's the details
f*ggot rappers threaten you over email
f*ggot rappers get ga**ed off one tour
f*ggot rappers beg for p**y from one who*e
f*ggot rappers talk guns but won't clap
f*ggots diss producers, but not n***as that rap
f*ggot rappers ride dick
f*ggot rappers make snowmen and film them, stabbing them with ice picks
f*ggot rappers always got they mouth chirping
f*ggot rappers say they touring, but they´re couch surfing
f*ggot rappers can't get on
f*ggot rappers go over to Europe, but they can't get home
f*ggot rappers I pity ya
f*ggot rappers f** 16 year old girls and give them chlamydia
f*ggot rappers must be out of their mind yo
Should've stopped when your face got popped in Toronto
You b**h a** redneck chicken sh** dork
I would k** you but you already look like a corpse
You´re already f**ing played out, I murdered you
And didn´t even have to call your name out
(I´m out)