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Correct Archie Bunker Lyrics
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La Coka Nostra
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[Verse 1: ILL Bill] Glowing Grim Reaper eyes, bleeding skies, demons rise Half the youth believe in lies how crucified Jesus died Walk amongst the snake charmers and bank robbers That sprayed llamas, slay drama [?] I hate problems, we the most precious resource With treachery cause Destiny calls when every king eventually falls Scientifical THC density warped Future primitive savage remove the head from your corpse Throw your aura in a black glow energy warp Bio-tech cyborgs without a shred of remorse Another mutated life force of the deadliest sort [?] My shooter’s a strike force remove your heads with a sword Better yet a saw, get a straw medicine galore On that goon shit we be the most relevant of all Brand you can bet your hand on These other brands are tampons With sand sores but fuck that bullshit cause ours bang hard [?] [Hook: Nems] Now everybody sayin’ Coka is back But they ain’t go nowhere they was rollin’ the stacks Standing over the body watching smoke from the gat We the illest in the game and you know it’s a fact BRRAATT! Bang, bang motherfucker Hit your bitch raw dog, war motherfucker [?] Put your shit back you a [?] motherfucker Haha, let’s get in on motherfucker [Verse 2: Nems] Yeah Knocked ‘em out with one punch that’s a shitty fight Getting money fucking Gunther’s that’s the shitty life [?] I’m in your city, hype, fucking big titty dykes These fucking bars will knock a hipster off his city bike Fuck ya life nigga we so damn glorious [?] Coney Island hundred deep no it ain’t the warriors [?] It’s the lifer gang, nigga get your wifey banged It’s pure dope, put in in the needle, spike ya vein I hit the booth grillin’ tracks with my true feelings Then I hit the stage acapella they like “Oh kill ‘em” I’m in the coop chilling, rag top new ceiling Bumping George Michael, cross danglin’ off my hoop earring Eighties shit, get ya lady hit with the crazy dick Big guns like they on the deck of a Navy ship You leave the crib I’m smokin’ weed with your baby sit Hit her raw then wipe my nut on the baby bib [Hook] [Verse 3: Slaine] From the basketball diary, catholic team junkie Cocaine kid on the path that seemed bumpy Half the team locked in a casket seen monthly Travellin’ in packs like a capuchin monkey Sack of trees, chunky, my faculties funky Rackets and packets get me out the lead jumpy But I ain’t had no vertical leap This is phantom that I can spin into this vertical deep Now the wrath on that path has a past between us We killed your radio and smashed your zenith The federales yeah they had subpoenas Drones and satellite dishes lying half to Venus But they can suck my flaccid penis Once the kid's off the grid, while I got enough cash to lean us Serial scratched off when we stash the niners Live to shoot another day and make a classic remix [Hook]
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