The Hatred - Singapore Kane, Slaine, Lord Lhus

God I think the world is about to collapse!

C’mon

The buildings and walls are all falling

If you don’t know, you should by now

It’s the motherfucking Snowgoons (Snowgoons in the building)

And you’re rocking with Singapore Kane

And Slaine

Motherfucker fucking around no more

No one’s fucking around.

C’mon

It’s 2008 dummy

All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain

They see me rising with the rebels to the top of the building

Being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling

Desolate soul for vodka that’s swilling, popping the pilling

Jealously swirling in their eyes, they’re plotting to kill 'em

But I been there and believe me, I ain’t forgotten the feeling

I lived the dark nights and heard the paint drops 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

What you think I got a fucking pistol for

Jealousy’s a disease that affect my enemies

They’re scheming while they’re sipping on the Hennessy

Me, I’m overseas making G’s like I stick banks

Rocking mics, sniffing foreign coke out of Swiss Francs

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!

What you talking about?

You weak!

Our fury is full of hatred

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!

What you talking about?

You weak!

Our fury is full of hatred

It’s no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates

Soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate

Sidestep the petty shit, forever it’s a militant’s mission

To get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks

Test me, I’m ready, my girl got my machete

And she’s ready to cut your throat like Chequeta in Belly

You was hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly

No one believes the shit that you spit on your telly

Despite how you think it looks, I 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

Dude’s talk the talk but they don’t walk any similar

We’ll separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar

High off the sticky, insane when I’m sober

Spit poison in my verse like killer cobras

The style raw, kick it rugged like its sting’ll crack your face

This demonic place, ditched me in hell what I create

This the rhyme squad, so my mind is gone with the wind

I’m better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend

To the end I’ma murder this, MC’s keep on observing this

I hear you bite my shit and they’re 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 clique’ll 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, swing at me coward, I’ll pull a straight thug

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!

What you talking about?

You weak!

Our fury is full of hatred

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!

What you talking about?

You weak!

Our fury is full of hatred

(Hatred, hatred)