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Cobra Commander

 

Cobra Commander

(альбом: 4NML HSPTL - 2012)


They call me crazy
Cause I know who draws the pretty pictures they see
He tryna chase me
This is the last straw
I ain't no hay seed
Won't take his mask off cause he don't wanna face me
They want me dead cause I know the truth
I can show 'em proof and put computers in the voting booth
I know the dude
He keep a stolen egg from a golden goose
And passes out crack and crystal meth to the local youth
I got a folder full of intel that told me how he kicks whales
Pulls pig tails and hid grails and runs up in the get-wells and snatches up the piss pails
And puts 'em in a vaporizer just to make the chem trails
What an unclean asshole
I'mma sanitize the unseen hand for sure
He 30 years deep in the killing biz
But I ain't worried about telling you who the villain is

Y'all know the answer
So all the Free Thinkers can all throw your hands up
Ain't no coincidence
This shit isn't random
I'm blaming everything on Cobra Commander

Y'all know the answer
So all the Free Thinkers can all throw your hands up
Ain't no coincidence
This shit isn't random
I'm blaming everything on Cobra Commander

Go to hell
Gayest shit I ever did was let a nigga braid my hair in jail
I ain't fronting, no I ain't lying
But I roll up, had my shit in zig-zag designs
Laying in the bunk
Stay by myself
On my own
Up in that bitch with no help
I'm never on a phone, fuck a TV
I don't play cards
My nigga don't play me
Put a boiled egg
In a bag of chips
Crush the chips up
Put the egg and then I shook
Don't know how to play chess
I don't read books
I don't go to rec
I grab you by your neck
But in my mental
I hear them instrument
So I'm in the bunk
Writing with them little ass pencils
And I ain't got no answers
So mother fuck Cobra Commander

Y'all know the answer
So all the Free Thinkers can all throw your hands up
Ain't no coincidence
This shit isn't random
I'm blaming everything on Cobra Commander

Y'all know the answer
So all the Free Thinkers can all throw your hands up
Ain't no coincidence
This shit isn't random
I'm blaming everything on Cobra Commander

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