Snowgoons - One shot lyrics

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Snowgoons - One shot lyrics

[Intro:] Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering long, I stood there wondering. Peering, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. And the silence was unbroken, the stillness gave no token and the only word there spoken was the whispered word... [Verse 1:] Hey yo the name is unchangeable, brain storm the universal Chain gang slinging my veins, painting my verses Strange stain paint on the page blazing the purple Main dames holding my thang-thangs in their purses Handcuffs to holding tanks, cages in Kirkland Faces stay straight but inside they're hurting I rhyme for John J and the Crooked Line for certain It's been built from the ground up since a youngster with curfew You rooftop hustlers scrambles to get the gamble From dice rolls to blackjack to credit scandal The knifepoint stuck to your chest, I run with the handle If I'm damaged, I spit with a humpback like a camel The pathological rhymesayer but I'm the greatest The hidden message, unspoken word behind the pages And many words are crazy, blessing to see the pesos I'm a king cause I say so, wear a crown for my halo [Chorus: x2] Blades slice skin, this sh** is a breeze like the nights wind Never fight sin, spit out the horror to fright men The lightning hits the rooftop, we don't stop Gun's co*ked, return me to Satan with one shot [Verse 2:] A drugging motherf**er, destroy a goon's beef From the dirty south, thieves stomp your face into the streets A living abortion, my riddle with vivid cultures of d**h And destruction, f**ing belittle b**hes with horse dicks I've lost it, exhausted, the Devil's darkened my forces Blood is gorgeous, especially yours but on the porches And doors of all who worship the light I bring the [? ] of torture at night My evil forces hold my sources of glorious fright My brain's sick, heart's dead, eyes red Putting you weak motherf**ers to bed Big sleep where the pigs eat, get chewed up like Wrigley Roll to Philly, fog up the lab with Dr. Illby We smash you, you think you nuts homie? They call me cashew I blast you, rigor mortis stiff, froze like a statue The last dude you ever wanna f** with, I run this k**s abundant, Lucifer's wrath is felt among us [Chorus x2]

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