Big Left, Sen Dog and La Coka Nostra - Bloody Sunday

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 they pills so
We don't fuckin' panic
Run for the hills, grab your automatic
Bring your big black boots
Ya fighting gloves
Psycho Realm's in the house screamin' out
(fuck love)
Sick Side in the house screamin' out
(fuck love)
Ayo, Back From The Dead, back at it again
It's the anti-Christo with the antigen
Punk I'll take yo pistol
Give it back and then
If you act up again, you gettin' clapped
My friend
This Coka familiar, five alone will kill ya
King Kong ain't got shit
On this here guerrilla
Classic Off The Wall like Mike from Thriller
A monster in the legend, hail this Godzilla

We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid bloody blow out your
Back with the pump the move and the shake
The move and the wake welcome to hell
The Devil's here to open the gate
We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid bloody blow out your
Back with the pump the move and the shake
The move and the wake welcome to hell
The Devil's here to open the gate

They say "Hi!"p hop's hanging from
A noose like Saddam Hussein
But 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 Terrordome
I'm inappropriate like Kramer
With a megaphone
Black and fire, steel, my mind's ILL
Got you on a mission like
A crackhead to find krills

I come from a place where
The apocalypse is now
Armageddon, Nostradamus called it
You are now with the rawest
It's unwarming light, sun turned to God
God turned to son
Murder one, no match, no blood and no gun
Fire and brimstones, stem cell clones
Mini-microphones implanted deep in your bones
They tappin' the phones, mapping the homes
(clappin' the chromes)
Ding dong, click-clack
One in the back of the dome

We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid bloody blow out your
Back with the pump the move and the shake
The move and the wake welcome to hell
The Devil's here to open the gate
We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid bloody blow out your
Back with the pump the move and the shake
The move and the wake welcome to hell
The Devil's here to open the gate

I'm a rebel poet
My words treated like it's contraband
I'm unresponsive to taunts of critics
And wants of fans
Angelic demonic chronic writer, a haunted man
Mongrel monster with the murderers
On conquered land
I grew around some johns is
Junkies with bumpkin scams
Bar brawls, broken bottles, banging
And launching hands
My shifty plans turn a risky
Chance to fifty grand double it
Watch these sissies stand in your pissy pants
This game is gettin' me baptized
We bad guys choose sides and yous guys
Is enemies or allies
La Coka Nostra is A Brand You Can Trust
To roll with a pack of animals
With cannons to bust

We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid bloody blow out your
Back with the pump the move and the shake
The move and the wake welcome to hell
The Devil's here to open the gate
We got the heat for the streets
The bag for the drop
The kid bloody blow out your
Back with the pump the move and the shake
The move and the wake welcome to hell
The Devil's here to open the gate

Written by:
JAKE BURNS, GORDON OGILVIE

Publisher:
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