Outerspace, La Coka Nostra - No Hay Tiempo Para Mañana lyrics
[Outerspace, La Coka Nostra - No Hay Tiempo Para Mañana lyrics]
Murder poker, burner smoker, word to Coka
Take you from your birth to the
Hearse to the earth homes nice to know ya
I spell victory "W-A-R"
Walking through your front door
Spraying the AR
Vaporized pools of breath, rituals of death
Twin sisters giving head
Holding the pistol to your head
Fuck listening to your lies
I put the pistol to your eye
Rituals with live chickens and kitchen knives
Jack up all y'all bitches
Wives and your bastard children
Stabbed and killed them
Threw them off the top
Of an abandoned building
Acid and pills, crack pipes, krills
Meth laboratories
Slaughter married victory, death buried glory
My nine pop you, TEC spray, you get bodied
Ride on you like a Hell's Angel on a Harley
Heavy Metal King, emperor of the north star
Devils forever bring endless war
Till we all gone
Burning torture papers over forty acres
Is getting more gory
Haters ain’t no telling all
Your stories later
This a death trap, the casket close
No last kiss from moms, the gat’s exposed
I see pallbearers as victims and raw terror
It’s our era
Our Terrordome with a metronome
Don’t cause error
Toe tag mo' fags in a little bit cops too
You know the boy Planet on that Philly shit
Coka, Outerspace, murder, death, kill-murder
Music for the morgue
My mausoleums and y’all merger?
This is blood where the flowers grow
Livestock in a pine box where the cowards go
I hate to be brutally truthful this a rifle
This thing could beautifully shoot you
See the bullets ricocheting off
Of shit you saying hit you point blank
Official with the pistol aiming
This game is filled with
Parasites and opportunists
That shit y’all do is gay
That is not a movement
Too many acting goonish slash acting foolish
I stash a full clip, put em in a trauma unit
Gorilla misfit, mechanical arm
Inverted crucifix chain piece, magical charm
Turn Bible verses into tragical psalms
Y’all wanna know what type of planet we on
I’m strapped with a bomb yeah
And my pen is the detonator
Make the world collapse soon as
It press the paper
Never seen a blue sky, never stressed a hater
I only hear true lies
This is what I’m made of
No time for tomorrow
Never gonna settle later
I don’t two-for-ones, I don’t peddle phrases
I’m trying to rock yellow glaciers
On a metal bracelet we build the city of God
And make the ghetto spacious
Odds stacked against a man
Push him to the brink
God’s sacrilegious plan
Dog stacking hundred grands
Tell me what you, what you think
Got my butcher knife
I’ll cut you like it’s nothing
Cause it’s nothing
Now you gushing in the sink
You ain’t nothing like your records
Why you lying like you violent?
You ain’t calm under pressure
You just harmless and silent
Never been inside of this
Environment that I’m in
My city’s like a jungle and
My mind’s an asylum
My moves are unpredictable
My rituals despicable
My lyrics indestructible
My ticker is invisible
Apparently these people isn’t into
What I’m into
It’s simple cause my feet are firm
I never gave an inch to you
I’m mental on the instrumental
Loony off the snare too grimy for the radio
They threw me off the air i’m an outcast
My forecast is rough and gloomy
You can’t fucking move me dog
This ain’t nothing to me, come on!
Take you from your birth to the
Hearse to the earth homes nice to know ya
I spell victory "W-A-R"
Walking through your front door
Spraying the AR
Vaporized pools of breath, rituals of death
Twin sisters giving head
Holding the pistol to your head
Fuck listening to your lies
I put the pistol to your eye
Rituals with live chickens and kitchen knives
Jack up all y'all bitches
Wives and your bastard children
Stabbed and killed them
Threw them off the top
Of an abandoned building
Acid and pills, crack pipes, krills
Meth laboratories
Slaughter married victory, death buried glory
My nine pop you, TEC spray, you get bodied
Ride on you like a Hell's Angel on a Harley
Heavy Metal King, emperor of the north star
Devils forever bring endless war
Till we all gone
Burning torture papers over forty acres
Is getting more gory
Haters ain’t no telling all
Your stories later
This a death trap, the casket close
No last kiss from moms, the gat’s exposed
I see pallbearers as victims and raw terror
It’s our era
Our Terrordome with a metronome
Don’t cause error
Toe tag mo' fags in a little bit cops too
You know the boy Planet on that Philly shit
Coka, Outerspace, murder, death, kill-murder
Music for the morgue
My mausoleums and y’all merger?
This is blood where the flowers grow
Livestock in a pine box where the cowards go
I hate to be brutally truthful this a rifle
This thing could beautifully shoot you
See the bullets ricocheting off
Of shit you saying hit you point blank
Official with the pistol aiming
This game is filled with
Parasites and opportunists
That shit y’all do is gay
That is not a movement
Too many acting goonish slash acting foolish
I stash a full clip, put em in a trauma unit
Gorilla misfit, mechanical arm
Inverted crucifix chain piece, magical charm
Turn Bible verses into tragical psalms
Y’all wanna know what type of planet we on
I’m strapped with a bomb yeah
And my pen is the detonator
Make the world collapse soon as
It press the paper
Never seen a blue sky, never stressed a hater
I only hear true lies
This is what I’m made of
No time for tomorrow
Never gonna settle later
I don’t two-for-ones, I don’t peddle phrases
I’m trying to rock yellow glaciers
On a metal bracelet we build the city of God
And make the ghetto spacious
Odds stacked against a man
Push him to the brink
God’s sacrilegious plan
Dog stacking hundred grands
Tell me what you, what you think
Got my butcher knife
I’ll cut you like it’s nothing
Cause it’s nothing
Now you gushing in the sink
You ain’t nothing like your records
Why you lying like you violent?
You ain’t calm under pressure
You just harmless and silent
Never been inside of this
Environment that I’m in
My city’s like a jungle and
My mind’s an asylum
My moves are unpredictable
My rituals despicable
My lyrics indestructible
My ticker is invisible
Apparently these people isn’t into
What I’m into
It’s simple cause my feet are firm
I never gave an inch to you
I’m mental on the instrumental
Loony off the snare too grimy for the radio
They threw me off the air i’m an outcast
My forecast is rough and gloomy
You can’t fucking move me dog
This ain’t nothing to me, come on!