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Snowgoons The Trojan Horse

Open up my skull on the beat and release bangers We're Snowgoons and Savage we creep, you meet your maker Never trust a gift horse, I tell them hoes

Don't need no grand, don't need no Kwiz Don't need no seven OD to handle biz Don't need no S.I.C. or Bloodline Don't need no Snowgoons beats to bust rhymes

and I ain't leaving broke now My gasmask is made of glass bitch I'm focused now Warchild more foul, I'm caving your gums in More wild Trojan Horse style

[Clip from Halloween] I'm fighting this pain in my heart Spitting the flame in the art Finding myself in the dark, hoodie on in a park Waiting for the

bitches got no culture, no future I'm a do you a favour and execute you losers Using German Lugers, future of the human race Snowgoons facing impending

[Verse 1:] Agony and anguish, body count nameless Gangsters, bangers in the east coast, shameless Now move mostly, cops watch closely Years in the making

to a large extent When niggas got two faces like Harvey Dent Don't be rolling with the phony sort Think he your homie till he hopping out the Trojan Horse

Open up my skull on the beat and release bangers We're Snowgoons and Savage we creep, you meet your maker Never trust a gift horse, I tell them hoes to