Atmosphere Lambslaughter (slug) Lyrics

Lambslaughter (slug) Lyrics

(sample.. dont know where its from)

‘Oh that is one sorry ass motherfucker

What do you say there bob?

Guy like that make it, yes or no

Uh-huh, uh-huh. Ill have to tell you that’s precisely what I saw

I mean sometimes I can just look at a guy

And I know, this fellas not gonna make it



there’s no fucking way, there’s no fucking way’



man fuck this rap shit

i should go back to harlem(?)

letting it loose

spreading my juice

catching my portions

cause this lifestyle is justice done

its fucking your wife wild 

for the excitement of a buck

with a torch and a crossbow i walk

through the corridors of hiphops castle

observing the personal battles

i climb through with a blind mans additude

my life is a mix tape an your stuck in a fucking ear loop

who the hell are you

you ressemble bait for the type of hatred that escaped

from the center of hells lake

chained to two pillars, one attatched to each arm

ignore the voices til its over and the devices keep calm

this pain dates right past the hate cats honed

towards rap rocknroll soul and government control

for as much as god loves me, because she loves ugly

im still spittin it to see if that bitch will come and fuck me