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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