The Hatred Супер спорт мотиватор

супер мотивация The Hatred Супер спорт мотиватор - DEATH PANORAMA 11 - HATRED Березники DEATH PANORAMA 11 - HATRED Березники

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God I think the world is about to collapse Cmon
The buildings and walls are are falling
If you dont know, you should by now
Its the motherfucking Snowgoons in the building
And youre rocking with Singapore Kane and Slaine
Its 2008, dummy

[Verse 1 Slaine]

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 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 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
Whatchu 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

[Chorus x 2]

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
Whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred

[Verse 2 Singapore Kane]

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 as hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly
No one believes the shit that you spit on the telly
Despite how you live your looks Ill 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 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 cobra

[Verse 3 Lord Lhus]

The style raw, kick it rugged like its stingll 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
Im better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend
To the end Imma 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 cliquell 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

[Chorus x 2]

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