La Coka Nostra, Sick Jacken - I Need Help lyrics

Yes, La Coka mothafuckin' Nostra
I Need Help, yo, check it

Down-trodden and rock bottom
My mind’s rotten, I’m a goblin
With shotguns and Vodka I’m a problem
White Devil caucasoid mutant
Built to destroy humans
FUCK love, give me guns, I enjoy shooting
Columbine, chaos and fury, lyrics and mayhem
Witches of Salem congregate on
A mission for Satan
Ancient recipes for treachery
The system is tainted linked to destiny
The rest of me religion and hatred
Rather be risen for flames
Than be driven insane living in pain
My brain sizzling in the drizzling rain
Whisper insane thoughts, echoes and loss
Lepers and Whores, desperate remorse
My epitaph is etched in the walls, I'm lost
Between Green Hell and betrayal, we fail
But, if we social
Well hopefully we'll prevail
Compared to who I once was, I'm a shell
Broken into so many pieces I fell
I need some motherfuckin' help!

I'm like a lone wolf
Hungry on a mission to feast fixin' to eat
With the blood of sheep drippin' from teeth
Parishionist priest
Void of any Christian beliefs
Pied piper with the power
Never skipping a beat
One-eyed sniper in the tower with
His grip on his heat got the cure for a vile
Planet sick with the seed reload and unload
Empty out the clip and repeat
A puzzle of a picture of war, missin' a piece
Belligerent thoughts, cold hearted
Frigid and raw
Visions of violent blizzards, rhythms
Incisions and swords misery's company
Gun clappers give them applause
Rivers of saliva slither where
Living is choice snake tongue
With the Tyson lisp on the late great Young
Sonny Liston with the same
Hunger that'd eat Pun
In a staircase drinking straight rum
With my face numb
Trapped in this place I can't escape from

I'm vicious with dope and the bitches
That keep me from riches
The drinking in ought? keeps me
At war with the misses
I'm doing my dirt solo
And avoiding the witness
You never know when rats will
Get all in your business
We're paranoid in this world
Of straight menace, sick Guinness
With that in a scene is straight tremendous
See it through eyes as high
As mine while people die
That is why we've been shit the entire time
Post traumatic stress disorder gets
The hood vets too
Near death with no vests true
Old cesspool black will F you out
Of fresh jewels, tucked money and limp shoes
We choose this, even civilians got hit's
Payback from way back like Arabs resist
Got the itch to blow up this bitch for real
In the post-war prank got glitched
I need help!