La Coka Nostra

Bloody Sunday, Black Sabbath
The pope’s a pedophile with a drug habit
We’re all clinically depressed, they got us all manic
We keep swallowing their pills so we don’t fucking panic
Run for the hills, grab your automatic
Bring your big black boots and your fighting gloves
Psychorealm’s in the house screaming out, “Fuck law!”
Sick Side in the house screaming out, “Fuck law!”
Hey yo back from the dead, back at it again
It’s the antique pistol with the antigen
Punk I’ll take your pistol, give it back and then
You act up again you getting clapped, my friend
This coka familiar vibe alone’ll kill ya
King Kong ain’t got shit on this here gorilla
Classic off the wall like Mike from Thriller
A monster in a legend, hell this Godzilla
[Chorus: Sen Dog]
We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid body blow out your back with the pop
The move and the shake
The move and the wake
Welcome to Hell, the Devil’s here to open the gate
[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
They say hip hop’s hanging from a noose like Saddam Hussein
Then LCN make you jump around like House of Pain
I take it back like purple rain envelopes
Crazy Eddy episodes, break and enter hoes
Every record sold’s equivalent to coke, homie
Welcome to the Teradome, I’m inappropriate