Snowgoons Sonata - Snowgoons, Pumpkinhead

I spit sick verses that cause a worldwide panic

In Germany, they love me like Jermaine loves Janet

The way that I spray a typical passage

Remains unexplained like Aramaic tablets

I animate a canvas

Freeze words like icicles from a Appalachian cavern

To the streets of Brooklyn, that’s the esthetic

My speech reaches the African beaches, the flow’s pandemic

Got non athletic, I’m so authentic

You’re a relic, a clone, don’t get your bone’s augmented

I’m a soldier from the east with a toaster full of heat

That’ll roast ya over and over till your chromosomes start to leak

I rock from the slow groove

Rock to a show tune

Travel the black forest on black horses with my Snowgoons

A hundred mile per hour Autobahn rhyme flow

I shine like Biggie tribute T-shirts with the rhymes on

My kicks stay clean, I spit so mean

From head to toe it’s a go like green

Grass in morning, when you rap I be yawning

Get this cat here a coffin

I’m a myth brought to life a whisky fifth over ice

What I spit is precise

Richie Rich would gripe

Cause my doe isn’t right but my flow is so tight

Like coochie from a dyke, I’m unruly with a mic

Illuminati prolly watch me from rooftops at night

Cause I’m pro freedom, like Martin Luther getting sniped

In the cross hairs of life, my goons travel in packs

With chains, knives, bats, yo we’re back

From Berlin to where my crews be on you with a rhyme

catch an atomic bomb to your spine

The crypt keeper, sick teacher I spit ether

Split Beamers who can’t fuck a track with a limp weiner

Let the fifth lean ya like a heron fiend

Get your spot blown up like an Enron scheme