Lyrics The Hatred - Slaine , Snowgoons
God
I
think
the
world
is
about
to
collapse!
C'mon
The
buildings
and
walls
are
all
falling
If
you
don't
know,
you
should
by
now
It's
the
motherfucking
Snowgoons
(Snowgoons
in
the
building)
And
you're
rocking
with
Singapore
Kane
Motherfucker
fucking
around
no
more
No
one's
fucking
around.
C'mon
All
eyes
are
staring
at
me,
people
watching
the
villain
They
see
my
rising
with
the
rebels
to
the
top
of
the
building
Being
stuck
down
at
the
bottom
is
the
vilest
feeling
Desolate
soul
for
vodka
that's
swilling,
popping
the
pilling
Jealously
swirling
in
their
eyes,
they're
plotting
to
kill
'em
But
I
been
there
and
believe
me,
I
ain't
forgotten
the
feeling
I
lived
the
dark
nights
and
heard
the
pain
crash
from
the
ceiling
I
mean
the
raindrops
hang
in
'caine
spots
with
dealers
Now
fighting
a
different
war,
smoking
less,
sniffing
more
Every
week
a
different
chore,
every
month
a
different
tour
I
got
a
gang
of
haters
everyday
I
piss
'em
off
a
little
more
What
you
think
I
got
a
fucking
pistol
for
Jealousy's
a
disease
that
affect
my
enemies
They're
scheming
while
they're
sipping
on
the
Hennessy
Me,
I'm
overseas
making
G's
like
I
stick
banks
Rocking
mics,
sniffing
foreign
coke
out
of
Swiss
Francs
We
bring
the
devastation,
never
a
moment
of
hesitation
When
we
smash
your
face
and
leave
your
blood
pasted
upon
the
pavement
The
sons
of
Satan,
keeping
it
rugged,
fuck
the
debating!
What
you
talking
about?
You
weak!
Our
fury
is
full
of
hatred
It's
no
benefits
trying
to
test
me
and
my
affiliates
Soon
as
you
consider
it
we
smack
dudes
illiterate
Sidestep
the
petty
shit,
forever
it's
a
militant's
mission
To
get
the
cheese
and
stretch
it
like
mozzarella
sticks
Test
me,
I'm
ready,
my
girl
got
my
machete
And
she's
ready
to
cut
your
throat
like
Chequeta
in
Belly
You
as
hard
as
a
rock,
now
you
sweeter
than
jelly
No
one
believes
the
shit
that
you
spit
on
your
telly
Despite
how
you
live
your
looks
I'll
never
play
by
the
books
The
silent
kid
in
the
room
is
really
the
biggest
crook
Pulling
out
the
biggest
jux,
fill
every
cranny
and
nook
Fight
to
the
death
with
guns
and
knives
and
left
hooks
Dudes
talk
the
talk
but
they
don't
walk
any
similar
We'll
separate
your
soul
from
your
body
like
oil
and
vinegar
High
off
the
sticky,
insane
when
I'm
sober
Spit
poison
in
my
verse
like
killer
cobras
The
style
raw,
kick
it
rugged
like
its
sting'll
crack
your
face
This
demonic
place,
ditched
me
in
hell
what
I
create
This
here
rhyme
squad,
some
of
mine
is
gone
with
the
wind
I'm
better
than
half
you
rappers
who
faking
it
like
pretend
To
the
end
I'ma
murder
this,
MC's
keep
on
observing
this
I
hear
you
bite
my
shit
and
they're
gonna
find
you
where
the
murder
was
I
kick
it
ill
sick
twisted
acapella
when
I
rock
a
fella
Rolling
with
dime
bitches
and
cock
inhalers
My
rhyme
is
torture,
slowly
pulling
out
your
guts
While
your
whole
body
soaked
in
alcohol
and
paper
cuts
Then
the
knife
slides
into
your
right
thigh
You
think
you
might
die,
you
right,
you
see
the
visions
of
your
life
fly
Right
past
you,
my
clique'll
really
bash
you
Into
your
skull
then
suck
your
brains
out
like
a
vacuum
My
backroom
is
filled
with
goons
and
street
thugs
Killers
hate
love,
sweeten
you
coward
and
pull
a
straight
thug
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