Big Left, La Coka Nostra - .38 револьвер lyrics

Yeah, turn my headphones up
Sicknature, La Coka Nostra
Can I get a little volume?
(Turn my volume up in my headphones, man)
You know I like that shit to rock! Haha

Dudes are full of jealousy
They bitches and liars
Pussy and cocaine are kings
So the biscuit's are fired
Won't stop me from fucking or
Getting sniffed till I'm wired
I'm just saying how I feel cause
This shit got me tired
I'm exhausted, by my street hustle
But it costed
Death that grew around in my town
It had me nauseous
And I ain't talking 'bout the film
That you see me in
I'm talking bout the snakes trying to
Kill him in the green BM
My guns are loaded, my mind is out of my head
My son's my motive my grind
Is hide till I'm dead my nines exploding
My enemies started to bled
Fishes will bleed, want some issues with me?
I'll put a body on it, wipe it
Give you pistols for free
You's a small timer
Ain't no one as vicious as me
I'm the dark angel scriptures
That religit's can read
This is real, think it's hard to believe?
Fuck outta here!
God is great, guard your space
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace
38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace

Cult Leader presidential like rocking
A Rollie and Polo
Competition scream UNCLE like Napoleon Solo
You think education's expensive
Try ignorance instead
Try a pistol to your head
Now you're bringing in the bread
Seal with the fists, half a dozen gunmen
Hate amongst brothers
Once powerful empires crumble up into nothing
Everything is started as a thought
So-called reality is a matrix that's
Transmitted by brain waves
Across optical and neurological modules
Throw cars with our minds like Chronicle
Nothing's impossible
I could beat you with the barrels
Then heat you with the hollows
Be in Giza with the pharaohs
And then have pizza at the forest
Brought the devil to your house
Say "Hi!" to Satan
Then put the Metal In Your
Mouth like Iron Maiden
I'm a cross between Mike Tyson
And the Ice Titan white lightning
Beats and thundering lyrics
Are quite frightening

God is great, guard your space
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace
38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace

Necronomi-combat, I'll leave it at that
Leaving the game
Hallucinations only even the plane
Look, I'm keeping it caine, I mean coke
Replacing the pope
Keep the long arm in the coat
You want the serial killer shit?
Late night, break in the house
Throw the dog a steak and fuck
Your wife on the couch i'm wiping em out
Murder fucking kids in their bed
Ted Bundy cause I'm taking the head
Left's not back, I'm a thought, a dream
A concept ready for combat
Go ahead and pull the trigger you want that
Welcome to the grid of reverse reality
I'm a user-programmed mentality, salary
John 3: 16, I'm seeing the gleam
See in your eyes
Seeing you believing the lies
Motherfuckers are never nice guys
Remember that
All you faggots talk shit from the back
Come on, man!

God is great, guard your space
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace
38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace