Snowgoons Ft. Lord Lhus, Sicknature & Savage Brothers - Pray For Your Life | Текст песни

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• Snowgoons Ft. Lord Lhus, Sicknature & Savage Brothers
• Pray For Your Life

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[Verse 1]

No luck, my heart’s cold as fuck
They put a blade through my ribcage, it broke into dust
Your image is getting tired and it makes y’all wack
We independent and spit fire, call it skateboard rap
They timid a little shy when you facing these cats
When they spitting they get it live, man I hate fake rap
And fuck that, I’mma be as real as it comes
Like the air that you breathe and you feel in your lungs
Homie think he a G cause he made one record
When I be overseas rocking k1x shirts
You want beef? I’m an A1 expert
We can settle it in the streets like a lane-reflector
Rappers are weak, they impeding my progress
If you a beast you never seen like the Loch Ness
I’m a goon, ghoul, goblin, a monster
Feed you to the wolves then I do it in concert

[Verse 2]

Got enough ratchets for the masses
No remorse for a bastard
Click-clack at the back of his cabbage
Burning Dutch Masters till my fingers burned by the ashes
Move with the madness, skull fractures and magnums
Blood spattered on canvas
At night it’s like we running it rampant
Off the beat break for pete sakes we scrambling
Got enough swords for war if you hard to the core we savage
We Cro-Magnon masses
Hold your children for ransom, my soul’s been abandoned
Walk with madmen, cut your windpipe slow
Under the moonlight low, there’s no telling where my goons might go
Watch the pipebomb blow, fuck the rigmarole
We bloodthirsty and we out for your throat
12 gauge under the coat, fuck, brag, and boast
Big bang theory to the death we toast

[Chorus x2]

We make you pray for your life at night begging to Christ
Make you pray for your life, the cross you clutching it tight
Make you pray for your life, [Name] on the mic
We make you pray for your life, we make you pray for your life

[Verse 3]

Don’t you dare yawn, all of you rappers is lil clone
We make you roll over in minutes like cellphones
We stage you are thinking I’m weak
You’d be wrong, I’m a fat hairy beast in the street like King Kong
I see y’all thinking you safe where the Ds crawl
Till I swing and knock you off of your stand like T-ball
We be raw, Lord Lhus and the Savage Brothers
Make you faggots smack each other then bucking your motherfuckers
We troubled youth, drug addicts who like fights
At a nice height I’m bringing truth like zeitgeist
Fuck Christ, I ain’t bowing down to shit
And if you don’t agree with me you can suck my dick
Fuck this bitch, get this gold, it’s what I’m about
I’m coming straight from the dirty South to punch you in your mouth, motherfucker
So walk the other direction cause this shit ain’t a game
Now take this verse as a message

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

Sicknature is back with the rampage
Feet earthquakes shatter the landscapes
Smashing the damn place while the stars are trapped in the backstage room
Doom is upon you if the goons are snoozed on
The soon boom’s hard enough to fill tombs with your honour
We ruin it for you, crush the fucking game and end of it smarter
If ? talker
I bring ? rock, this is the end of the order
Forced by killing God hip hop Benjamin Parker
The madness enable my shoulder devil I’ll strangling angels
Every track that I’m splashing on is ramming your faith in
Hard enough to pulverize your whole skeleton leaving you dangling
Shit even after that you’ll be eager to thank em
For weaving this bangers, banging hard and destroying the slow jam
Dead shitty careers and give em two coins for the boatman
This shit is pounding and deep, we loud as the beat
Out for the feast, now get the fuck down on your knees

[Chorus]