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(Everlast)Bloody Sunday, Black SabbathThe pope's a pedophile with a drug habitWe're all clinically depressed, they got us all manicWe keep swallowing their pills so we don't fucking panicRun for the hills, grab your automaticBring your big black boots and your fighting glovesPsychorealm's in the house screaming out, Fuck love!Sick Side in the house screaming out, Fuck love!Hey yo back from the dead, back at it againIt's the antique pistol with the antigenPunk I'll take your pistol, give it back and thenYou act up again you getting clapped, my friendThis coka familiar vibe alone'll kill yaKing Kong ain't got shit on this here gorillaClassic off the wall like Mike from ThrillerA monster in a legend, hell this Godzilla(Sen Dog)We got the heat for the streetsThe bag for the dropThe kid body blow out your back with the popThe move and the shakeThe move and the wakeWelcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gateLetras de canciones(Ill Bill)They say hip hop's hanging from a noose like Saddam HusseinThen LCN make you jump around like House of PainI take it back like purple rain envelopesCrazy Eddy episodes, break and enter hoesEvery record sold's equivalent to coke, homieWelcome to the Teradome, I'm inappropriateLike Kramer with a megaphoneBlack wind, fire, and steel, my mind's illGot you on a mission like a crackhead to find krillz(Big Left)I come from a place where the Apocalypse is nowArmageddon, Nostradamus called it, you are now with the rawIt's unwarming light, sun turned to God, God turned to sunMurder one, no match, no blood and no gunFire and brimstones, stem cell clonesMinimicrophones implanted deep in your bonesThey tapping the phones, snapping the home (Clapping the chrome!)Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the domeWe got the heat for the streetsThe bag for the dropThe kid body blow out your back with the popThe move and the shakeThe move and the wakeWelcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gateWe got the heat for the streetsThe bag for the dropThe kid body blow out your back with the popThe move and the shakeThe move and the wakeWelcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate(Slaine)I'm a rebel poet, my words are treated like it's contrabandI'm unresponsive to taunts of critics and wants of fansAngelic demonic chronic writer, a haunted manMongrel monster with the murderers on conquered landI grew around some johns is junkies with bubkes scamsBar brawls, broken bottles, banging, and launching handsMy shifty plans turn a risky chance to fifty grandDouble it, watch these sissies stand in your pissy pantsThis game is getting me baptized, we bad guysChoose sides and yous guys is enemies or alliesLa Coka Nostra is a brand you can trustTo roll with a pack of animals with cannons to bustWe got the heat for the streetsThe bag for the dropThe kid body blow out your back with the popThe move and the shakeThe move and the wakeWelcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gateWe got the heat for the streetsThe bag for the dropThe kid body blow out your back with the popThe move and the shakeThe move and the wakeWelcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate From Letras Mania