Platoon Goons

So now you know everything about me, right?
Okay, what turns me on? We do

"It ain't a question that this shit
Is the bomb" - Pacewon
"Nigga standin' on the verge of
You know the song"
"I give a fuck if you believe it or not"
- Celph Titled 'Don't You Even Go There'
"Snowgoons"
"Got your whole block sayin' true dat"
- Lauren Hill 'How Many Mics'
We South Carolina sickest
No chrome beef for you silly bastards
My click is as sick as starting
To come up like Philly rappers
You a shitty actress
Portraying MCs you backwards
We slay MC's out a 360 degree axis
Smash this, leave 180 MCs backless
Have this with a 90 degree turn
Away from a fat bitch rhymes they drastic
All you bringing is whack shit
Hit you with a classic as soon
We hit a track hit
Diseased and I lost my calm, MCs shiver
I see more shit than the Congaree River
Far from being whack
These new rappers they feed on Similac
Baby fed biters taste my shit
That done been intact
I snatch that mic from ya
Don't fight hunger
Cause you can catch more samples
And beats than 9th Wonder
When I call out my syndicate of scene hitters
I'm fucking up more rappers
Careers than squeeze triggers

I got an itchy finger
Yeah, the trigger scratches that
If it's beef best believe
Some nigga catchin' that
They suggested that, I am the best in rap
Respect this fact before your
Fuckin' breath gets snatched
Stretch your ass like an elastic cast
Quick as a fat boy crackin' crab
Back on the ave we used to go bag for bag
The first to know, always the last to ask
Cool breeze with a toothpick i hot to spit
You a common cold, not too sick
I got you gripped by the collar dawg
They want the real deal feel
Then tell 'em all to holla "Cauze"
You got dogs, woof woof, better call 'em off
Mike Vick will kill your
Pit's and Rottweiler dogs
Just known by 'The Dog' call
Me 'The Savage Beast' savage murder
Make burgers from dead maggot meat
I spit a 16, and watch the masses plead
Razor sharp dart at your heart, casualty
I'm in the spot where the hammers beat
No love for the other side I'm about family
Syndicate the Dark Side that's my cavalry
Platoon Goons, C4, Two pounds a piece
223 cocked back at war with the beast
4x4 conquer your land tricks up my sleeve
Concrete jungle on the block we rumble
Never talk to police never
Knockin' the hustle
Get yours cause I'mma get mine, every time
Line for line crime on my mind
You do dirt, you get dirt, eye on the prize
You's a fake rapper
Dana Carvey, master disguise
Slash cats backwards, blacken they eye
This one's for my people just
Trying to get by

"It ain't a question that this
Shit is the bomb"
"Nigga standin' on the verge of
You know the song"
"I give a fuck if you believe it or not"
"Snowgoons"
"Got your whole block sayin' true dat"