Black Snow - Snowgoons, Apathy, IILL Bill

Ill Bill

Apathy

Brooklyn goons to Snowgoons

Demigodz, LCN

Doe rakers

-- 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

-- 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 fucking survive

I’m leaving nothing alive

Nobody’s gonna escape

Everybody’s gonna die

Like the angel of death

Creep up with the four-fives

And chrome nines

No love lost and no smile

No mercy, no retreat

No surrender, coke and heroin

I’m the man on the street

Like a old school metalhead

Riding dirty, mind perverted

Shooting pornos behind the iron curtain

Do more dirt than Tide detergent

Fuck peace, I’m a violent person

My mind’s a distorted and fucked-up pile of wires and circuits

Uncle Howie Records there be drugs around me forever

A foundation of terror that rise together

Buck off dimes and motherfuck dames together

We fight til the motherfucking death and die together, La Coka

-- Apathy

Motherfucker 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 pussy 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 kill sound clash

Only fuck thick chicks with a big round ass

Outlast motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers like, «Sprechen sie Deutsch?»