Artist: Savage Brothers & Lord Lhus f/ Virtuoso Album: Snowgoons Presents - The Iron Fist Song: Return of the Fist Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Yeah! Snowgoons (turn me up, turn me up) Savage Brothers Goon music, Sicknature Lord Lhus motherfuckers!! (Big Virt, Sicknature, Lord Lhus) (Savage Brothers) Underground'll never die (yeah) C'mon! [Virtuoso] Novocaine in my veins and nerve gas in my heart There ain't no shame in my game, I'm tearin rappers apart Artistic nihilist, smash your skull with +The Iron Fist+ Lion with the witch and the wardrobe, lightin spliffs A titan bitch, I'm monolithic My spitting's redefinin modern physics and provin there's not a difference between me and the God descripted in the holy Bible Homey my moves are psycho like a retard on a motorcycle It's Big Virt, Lord Lhus, and the Savage Brothers This isn't rap for lovers, this some shit to slap your mother Hit it from the back, no rubbers, raw doggin it Your middle bro flow is my spittin image, I fathered it Then I slaughtered it, I am monstrous, dominant Kamikaze tactics smack you with a cactus, pava spit Diamond tipped blades, fragmental grenades Shrapnel pierce your vital organs, blood pourin on the stage Big Virt [Lord Lhus] I never liked nothin, I never liked frontin So I kept it real - end of discussion~! Kill the competition, you'd better run for cover Fuck a mean mug, send a slug to face fuck ya We in the streets brother, hey I'm a landmine And you don't wanna step, I see it in your eyes Cause you scared now, yo I'm a real demon I'm a monster, I'm a menace, I'm a fuckin heathen We burn big blunts, under city lights Fifth of whiskey sippin, on that get right Think about life, and watch it fly past That's why we cop nice, that's why we puff that Stick icky we burn it chokin on kush packs Ain't no holdin my team, you'd better get back I let Qualm off the leash man, it's a wrap Savage Brothers, what's fuckin with that? Nothin Warm liquor, loaded guns that bust quicker Born sinner roll up lye in a Swisher No competition, number one contender The champ is here, my clique, a bunch of gorillas Wolves in sheep's clothin, and all of us holdin Words unspoken, mouths open, game over Souls is hopeless, give em a dose of dopeness Never lose focus amongst the rats and roaches The barrel smokin when the snake approaches Hocus pocus find me here to smoke 'em in doja Now hold this - some magical shit It cause the planet to rip, burn mode and flip Re-born again, now meet your maker Cease the vapur, see you later Each one teach one pay the piper player Pick pocket politics slice your face up Hip-hopologists toast to the caper We some rockwilders burn piff in the paper You can get it too, man fix your face up Before the razor lace ya, imitator Plastic faker, I'ma crack your shape up Skeleton breaker, the lacerator I stand on my own two, a skully fuck the shape up Uhh, ski-mask get my cake up She says she hate the game but loves the player I'm on some next level shit take the elevator If my phone's off, just call me later Fuck a friend, and fuck a favor Fuck you haters - uhh, yeah it's like that Savage Brothers in the back with the ski-mask What the fuck you want? We never front Hip-Hop shit, all in your gut - WHAT~?!