Apathy - Black Snow lyrics

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Apathy - Black Snow lyrics

[Intro] Ill Bill Apathy Brooklyn goons to Snowgoons Demigodz, LCN Doe rakers [Hook] -- Apathy Watch out where them Snowgoons go We make the sky bleed black snow Not after your cash, we're after your soul We make the sky bleed black snow Watch out where them Snowgoons go We make the sky bleed black snow Not after your cash, we're after your soul We make the sky bleed black snow [Verse 1] -- Ill Bill I'm a diamond in the rough Leave hollows in the gun Leave large holes in your skull Cause you ain't never coming home You'll never f**ing survive I'm leaving nothing alive Nobody's gonna escape Everybody's gonna die Like the angel of d**h Creep up with the four-fives And chrome nines No love lost and no smile No mercy, no retreat No surrender, coke and h**n I'm the man on the street Like a old school metalhead Riding dirty, mind perverted Shooting p**nos behind the iron curtain Do more dirt than Tide detergent f** peace, I'm a violent person My mind's a distorted and f**ed-up pile of wires and circuits Uncle Howie Records there be d** around me forever A foundation of terror that rise together Buck off dimes and motherf** dames together We fight til the motherf**ing d**h and die together, La Coka Chorus [Verse 2] -- Apathy Motherf**er I'm Zeus In a bubble goose with Timberland boots They try to hang me with a noose I rip the tree from its roots You in cahoots with Lhus Suffer if you got a den of some hating troops I got a blender full of forbidden fruits The force of my flows could fracture forty bottles Got a posse of apostles and p**y from supermodels I'm a monster in mosh pits, powerful as Pac spits Launching rockets from Glock clips and my six The Mossberg moss and that k** sound clash Only f** thick chicks with a big round a** Outlast motherf**ers, I'll be taking out trash Need to get up, get out, just listen to Outkast Ap's flows smack foes, jack dough, mack hoes Spitting rhymes, making dictators resign like Castro The heavy ammunition is the weapons of choice Run up on these motherf**ers like, "Sprechen sie Deutsch?" Chorus