Platoon Goons

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

[Scratch Hook]:
"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" - Lauryn Hill 'How Many Mics'

[Verse One: Qualm]
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

[Verse Two: Reef The Lost Cauze]
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 pits and Rottweiler dogs
Just known by 'The Dog' call me 'The Savage Beast'
Savage murder, make burgers from dead maggot meat

[Verse Three: Knowledge]
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

[Scratch Hook]:
"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"