god i think the world is about to collapse cmon the buildings and walls are all falling if you dont know you should by now its the motherfucking snowgoons and youre rocking with singapore kane and slaine motherfucker fucking around no more no one s fucking around c mon its 2008 dummy all eyes are staring at me people watching the villain they see me rising with the rebels to the top of the building being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling desolate soul for vodka thats swilling popping the pilling jealously swirling in their eyes theyre plotting to kill em but i been there and believe me i aint forgotten the feeling i lived the dark nights and heard the paint drops from the ceiling i mean the raindrops hang in caine spots with dealers now i m 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 jealousys a disease that affect my enemies theyre scheming while theyre sipping on the hennessy me im overseas making gs 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 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  its no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate sidestep the petty shit forever its a militants mission to get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks test me im ready my girl got my machete and shes ready to cut your throat like chequeta in belly you was hard as a rock now you sweeter than jelly no one believes the shit that you spit on your telly despite how you think it looks i never play by the books the silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook pulling off the biggest juxx fill every cranny and nook fight to the death with guns and knives and left hooks dude s talk the talk but they dont walk any similar well separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar high off the sticky insane when im sober spit poison in my verse like killer cobras the style raw kick it rugged like it s him who crack your face this demonic place catch me in hell what i create this the rhyme squad so my mind is gone with the wind im better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend til the end ima murder this mcs keep on observing this i hear you bite my shit and theyre 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 will 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 swing at me coward i m pullin straight up 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 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 1