Made You Look
(专辑: The Audacity Of Coke - 2009)
Ill Bill the
Cult Leader Coka season has begun La Coka Nostra A
Brand You Can Trust in stores July 14th Check it The
Llama you came to drag me to Hell Demons attack where sanity dwell Humanity fell from the
mouth of a
[?] profanity hill That was fist-raised jaggedy nail Illuminati grail, seven seal nations battle Gods where devils kneel Rebels sprayed by assassins with shells Crazy adolescents that kill, MAC-11's and pills Everything William Cooper was talking about then is happening now Malachi York was way ahead of his time, truth is wild How both of them have been discredited and edited Yet Nostradamus a
fool [?] irrelevant There's a
reason it's called programming propaganda loop Random truth, cannibal Xanadu Channel 2
cameras who multiple panel view Jumping out of planes without a
parachute Born with an attitude landing at ground zero latitude That dude got his head smashed in the
door His bitch swore she ate Britney Spears' pussy in the
bathroom at Pure Attention whores always asking for more Sniff around on all fours acting like she wanna vacuum the
floor A
Suicide Girl into Charles Manson and porn She like Nas so she dance to this song, listen! Made you Oh made you look You a
slave to a
page in my rhyme book It's La Coka Nostra July 14th, the
album in store Stores Ain't no stores left anyways Fuck the
stores! Yo my knuckles are sore from Punching motherfuckers in the
jaw Ruin these jeans, slipping on a
slippery floor They gave me four six figures and Syphilis sores Walking through the
fucking halls balls big as a
horse Sniffing the
raw, never made me different before Now I
act like an asshole with the
criminal thought I
think when I
drink I
think I
drink too much These cops always wanna watch me and clink me up Am I
being paranoid? Do I
think too much? While these pussies pushing me and being pink too much I'm a
rebel on the
rhythm swinging, sting you up Be careful and fearful of all the
things you trust Y'all mixed race cats coming to my show shit-faced Come and get your face fixed, fix face mixtape All of y'all sucking on my hog, how my dick taste? Get your teeth displaced if my fucking fist breaks I'm a
beat you down with the
elbow or Shell Toe Forehead, fucking forearm, who the
hell knows? Broken cheeks, backbones, hip disc, crack phone You can't even walk in the
kitchen when you're back home Imagine if you killed me just how pissed my villains be How many times your wife will be raped and where all your children be? I'm a
hundred percent, you're a
one in a
million, G
And you can't fuck with me or my DMS crew neither You're too pussy and too beaver