Snowgoons - Gods & Gladiators lyrics

[Verse 1: Ironic] I keep coming like 300, led by Leonidas Old Testament violence, vengeance, thunder and lightening Hell-fire and brimstone, clash of the titans Hold a mic like Possession's trident , half viking, half lycan Reel wolf in the field, burying barbarians Sheepskin on my back as I clap at your chariot Ghost Rider, the whip come through the arena Control the coliseum; all hail Julius Caesar! Witness the rebirth of Prime Minister Pete Nice Heart froze, with the burner ignite, I am from ice Effectively, deception scheme, perfect treachery like weaponry Pretend that I am at rest, just beheading my enemies, relentlessly Amateurs can't match this military strategist Semi-automatic cannons blast on behalf of the spatial masochist Illuminate the road to the masochist as haters Remains burn, the gladiator days have returned [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] KGR the conqueror I'm like Attila the Hun Slay n******gs and chill while they hunting and chill them for fun Murder, rape, pillage the slums ten seconds For the villa's to run and decapitate all the militant ones Giancana state, I was never really fond of that place n***a, my sword penetrate through your armor plate I will put my fist through your skull like it was Thor's hammer Make your who*e stand up and let my horse slam her Put your kids in the hands of mans with poor manners More of a chance to get thrown in pits with fours panthers Better pray I let them live; hope the lord answers Biggest legion in the region; we casual door rammers [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] I'am the top dog, you can't compare this Mossberg to a sharp sword I'll have a angle playing the harp for em A warrior, striking with the force of a harpoon I'm stabbing your abdomen, my aim is immaculate No matter how many men you have in your clique i'm clapping this gat and sending them back Flipping as accurate as an Olympic medalist Blow their head of their shoulders; having them rolling like boulders in avalanches Cold as a aspinse when a**a**inating ba*tards; grabbing them with the strength of Samson This mag is sagging in my pants dragging my scrotum sac through the avenue laughing My head spinning like Tasmanian Devil after the jagermeister and yack attack my bladder It's a matter of life and d**h tampering with this ba*tard Cancelling any successive backstabbers; I cut em faster Than a aggressive cancer before it travels