Do It - La Coka Nostra

Here’s a little story that must be told

About a crew that’ll fuck around and kill your soul

Fourteen carat junkie mouth

Forty-deuce let the monkey out

Flying guillotines drunk and loud, buck em down

Too powerful for these cowards who

Rely on power tools like smart cards for buying food

You liars is soft, I’m like that MIT professor that got caught

The Unabomber right before he first popped off

I’ll Bill, this is for the glowing eye on the pyramid

For the cinnamon we copped from them Dominicans

It’s him again, the broken 380 that popped twice then jammed

The boom right cop twice then scram

We the lost children of the Babylonian emperor

Sent to war, saw decapitated heads galore

Wore the skin of polar bears and great white sharks

And murdered those that sit around complain about «Ain't life hard?»

We the most despicable, your head is so kickable

Let the pistol shoot splattering all of you little dudes

Listen goons

Yeah, I got these voices in my head, I’m trapped and I can’t escape them

My sanity’s a body of water whose dam is breaking

Reanimating my hatred, I’m standing holding cannons

Waiting to withdraw an alcoholic and his fucking hands are shaking

Signs and symptoms, hallucinations, delusions

Intrusions of gruesome faces, I’m disillusioned and losing my grip

In between every cocaine drip saying, «Do that shit, do that shit, do it.»

I’m a timebomb ticking, ticking, ticking you can hear it tick

I don’t need a therapist to tell me that my spirit’s sick

I’ll fuck any bitch with a pussy and a pair of tits

I’ll do anything for any paper, I ain’t scared of shit

When the angel dust bone’s lit, yeah it smells funky

Walking through the doomsday streets like it’s 12 Monkeys

Hell’s junkies trail me like a posse of fiends

It’s like I’m lost in a posthumous dream with all the demons saying

Back to the future, blast from the past

A brand new religion for your stankin' ass

We pray, we fast, we conducting mass

Gangster pop your gun, hooker shake your ass

Back to the future, blast from the past

A brand new religion for your stankin' ass

We pray, we fast, we conducting mass

Gangster pop your gun, hooker shake your ass