Lirik Bloody Sunday (Explicit)
Bloody Sunday (Feat. Sen Dog Of Cypress Hill And Big Left) - La Cosa Nostra
Writteb by： Big Left/Sen Dog/Everlast
Bloody Sunday
Black Sabbath
The Pope's a paedophile with a drug habit
We're all clinically depressed
They got us all manic
We keep swallowin' they pills so we don't f**kin' panic
Run for the hills grab ya automatic
Bring your big black boots
Ya fighting gloves
Psycho Realm's in the house screamin' out
F**k love
Sick Side in the house screamin' out
F**k 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 an' then
If you act up again
You gettin' clapped my friend
This Coka familiar
Five alone will kill ya
King Kong ain't got sh*t 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 hip 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 krillz
I come from a place where the apocalypse is now
Armaggedon 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 baptised 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