Pit Of Snakes Lyrics
| Song | Pit Of Snakes |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | The Pick, The Sickle And The Shovel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The pit, the pit (ohhhh my!) | |
| Yo, 1, 2 | |
| Dun dunna dunna dun. | |
| All ya'll mentally dead mutha****as. | |
| We come to break ya'll some information and ressurect you | |
| From the mentality of fool in this. | |
| Yo, yo. | |
| [rza] | |
| We come away and chop the heads of these snakes | |
| It's better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes | |
| Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take | |
| It's better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes | |
| [rza] | |
| The marijuana got my karma glowin | |
| Gold armor, surround my body | |
| I'm reachin a high state of nirvana | |
| But wanna chop and imitate | |
| To bite, the livin spirits | |
| Golden livin tablets | |
| Transmitted by the abbot | |
| Blood related king to king david's mighty men | |
| I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon | |
| Dioxide, | |
| Helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone | |
| I travel beyond | |
| The range where sick sounds grave | |
| You can't respond | |
| Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic | |
| Hand picked gods | |
| Razor sharp be my standard | |
| Breakin from bondage and white garments | |
| Eye ball as black as onyx | |
| Hair gonna grow as long as a comet's tail | |
| Escape from hell | |
| Watch the gods be real | |
| What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? | |
| Goin through crisis, or mad devices | |
| I thought girls was made of sugar and spices | |
| Always wanted to **** 'em like isis | |
| While others bow down, percival, cyrus | |
| I'm inside my lab stabbin rhymes on black papyrus | |
| Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake | |
| How you gonna shine on a god while you rotate | |
| I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs, your kneecap | |
| Back smack your ass bitch | |
| And splatter your gall bladder | |
| My mathematical data | |
| Terror far beyond the stars of william shatner | |
| The rattler can't deport on my speed of thought | |
| Then escape new york in east london or import | |
| [gatekeeper] | |
| Stronger currents than my brains runnin rapid | |
| Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets | |
| War commander | |
| Niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe | |
| Get the frost right or suffer frost bite | |
| Isle of the king | |
| Maniac barbarian, sort of romanian | |
| Underground, subterranean | |
| Five stepper grandson of nefar | |
| The rest of ya'll heffers, thimble | |
| Ya'll resembled uncle fester | |
| God biding escape | |
| Through telepathic gates | |
| Integrate, causin one mind to elevate | |
| Stagnate competition, like an earthquake | |
| Causin the earth to shake | |
| On release day, diggin more graves | |
| Master 4 tay or black cherries block | |
| Freshly picked out the cemetary, bear the plot | |
| Chorus | |
| [grym reaper] | |
| Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes | |
| Organic, saw panic when i wreck shit and smile | |
| With more props than new york city got blocks | |
| I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot | |
| First encounter of hell, is facin grym | |
| Lacin human shells with radiation untill cell mu |
| The pit, the pit ohhhh my! | |
| Yo, 1, 2 | |
| Dun dunna dunna dun. | |
| All ya' ll mentally dead mutha as. | |
| We come to break ya' ll some information and ressurect you | |
| From the mentality of fool in this. | |
| Yo, yo. | |
| rza | |
| We come away and chop the heads of these snakes | |
| It' s better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes | |
| Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take | |
| It' s better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes | |
| rza | |
| The marijuana got my karma glowin | |
| Gold armor, surround my body | |
| I' m reachin a high state of nirvana | |
| But wanna chop and imitate | |
| To bite, the livin spirits | |
| Golden livin tablets | |
| Transmitted by the abbot | |
| Blood related king to king david' s mighty men | |
| I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon | |
| Dioxide, | |
| Helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone | |
| I travel beyond | |
| The range where sick sounds grave | |
| You can' t respond | |
| Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic | |
| Hand picked gods | |
| Razor sharp be my standard | |
| Breakin from bondage and white garments | |
| Eye ball as black as onyx | |
| Hair gonna grow as long as a comet' s tail | |
| Escape from hell | |
| Watch the gods be real | |
| What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? | |
| Goin through crisis, or mad devices | |
| I thought girls was made of sugar and spices | |
| Always wanted to ' em like isis | |
| While others bow down, percival, cyrus | |
| I' m inside my lab stabbin rhymes on black papyrus | |
| Your weight couldn' t measure a snow flake | |
| How you gonna shine on a god while you rotate | |
| I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs, your kneecap | |
| Back smack your ass bitch | |
| And splatter your gall bladder | |
| My mathematical data | |
| Terror far beyond the stars of william shatner | |
| The rattler can' t deport on my speed of thought | |
| Then escape new york in east london or import | |
| gatekeeper | |
| Stronger currents than my brains runnin rapid | |
| Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets | |
| War commander | |
| Niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe | |
| Get the frost right or suffer frost bite | |
| Isle of the king | |
| Maniac barbarian, sort of romanian | |
| Underground, subterranean | |
| Five stepper grandson of nefar | |
| The rest of ya' ll heffers, thimble | |
| Ya' ll resembled uncle fester | |
| God biding escape | |
| Through telepathic gates | |
| Integrate, causin one mind to elevate | |
| Stagnate competition, like an earthquake | |
| Causin the earth to shake | |
| On release day, diggin more graves | |
| Master 4 tay or black cherries block | |
| Freshly picked out the cemetary, bear the plot | |
| Chorus | |
| grym reaper | |
| Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes | |
| Organic, saw panic when i wreck shit and smile | |
| With more props than new york city got blocks | |
| I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot | |
| First encounter of hell, is facin grym | |
| Lacin human shells with radiation untill cell mu |
| The pit, the pit ohhhh my! | |
| Yo, 1, 2 | |
| Dun dunna dunna dun. | |
| All ya' ll mentally dead mutha as. | |
| We come to break ya' ll some information and ressurect you | |
| From the mentality of fool in this. | |
| Yo, yo. | |
| rza | |
| We come away and chop the heads of these snakes | |
| It' s better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes | |
| Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take | |
| It' s better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes | |
| rza | |
| The marijuana got my karma glowin | |
| Gold armor, surround my body | |
| I' m reachin a high state of nirvana | |
| But wanna chop and imitate | |
| To bite, the livin spirits | |
| Golden livin tablets | |
| Transmitted by the abbot | |
| Blood related king to king david' s mighty men | |
| I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon | |
| Dioxide, | |
| Helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone | |
| I travel beyond | |
| The range where sick sounds grave | |
| You can' t respond | |
| Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic | |
| Hand picked gods | |
| Razor sharp be my standard | |
| Breakin from bondage and white garments | |
| Eye ball as black as onyx | |
| Hair gonna grow as long as a comet' s tail | |
| Escape from hell | |
| Watch the gods be real | |
| What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? | |
| Goin through crisis, or mad devices | |
| I thought girls was made of sugar and spices | |
| Always wanted to ' em like isis | |
| While others bow down, percival, cyrus | |
| I' m inside my lab stabbin rhymes on black papyrus | |
| Your weight couldn' t measure a snow flake | |
| How you gonna shine on a god while you rotate | |
| I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs, your kneecap | |
| Back smack your ass bitch | |
| And splatter your gall bladder | |
| My mathematical data | |
| Terror far beyond the stars of william shatner | |
| The rattler can' t deport on my speed of thought | |
| Then escape new york in east london or import | |
| gatekeeper | |
| Stronger currents than my brains runnin rapid | |
| Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets | |
| War commander | |
| Niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe | |
| Get the frost right or suffer frost bite | |
| Isle of the king | |
| Maniac barbarian, sort of romanian | |
| Underground, subterranean | |
| Five stepper grandson of nefar | |
| The rest of ya' ll heffers, thimble | |
| Ya' ll resembled uncle fester | |
| God biding escape | |
| Through telepathic gates | |
| Integrate, causin one mind to elevate | |
| Stagnate competition, like an earthquake | |
| Causin the earth to shake | |
| On release day, diggin more graves | |
| Master 4 tay or black cherries block | |
| Freshly picked out the cemetary, bear the plot | |
| Chorus | |
| grym reaper | |
| Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes | |
| Organic, saw panic when i wreck shit and smile | |
| With more props than new york city got blocks | |
| I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot | |
| First encounter of hell, is facin grym | |
| Lacin human shells with radiation untill cell mu |
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