Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anarchy Nation, artist - Cognito. Date of issue: 24.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Anarchy Nation |
| Yo, just Justo hand me that motherfucking Vic bottle |
| Yeah, Hopsin |
| Gimme that shit |
| Yo Cognito |
| Hopsin |
| What up? |
| What’s up? |
| West Coast |
| Anarchy Nation |
| West Coast in this motherfucker |
| Funk Volume |
| Anarchy Nation, Funk Volume (Hahaha) |
| Makin' me feel like I’m of this motherfuckin' beat |
| You know what I mean |
| Come on |
| You ever seen a schizophrenic? |
| (Yeah) |
| Went Valium and liquors blended (Uhuh) |
| Cool-aid with liquor in it? |
| (Yep) |
| You’re sick but can’t admit it? |
| (Ughh) |
| Fuck the same hoes for three nights straight? |
| You’re on a hooker run (Haha) |
| And then you drop her off at the same shelter you took her from (Get out!) |
| Nicked her 'cause she looking dumb (What?) |
| Brain the size of a cookie crumb (What?) |
| Tell yourself, «it could be fun» (What?) |
| It’s just a late night nooky run (What?) |
| Now everybody thinks you’re pathetic (Ha) |
| Maybe they right (Right, haha) |
| It’s just a minor situation to regret later in life (Yes) |
| You making late night telly runs for nothing (Haha) |
| While you snorting fresh eighties off her belly button |
| While avoiding that smelly muffin (Ughh) |
| You the dirty of the dirtiest slut bags |
| Wanna pump rags, and nut cup grabs |
| And but-fucks fags while hittin' it from behind |
| And let his nut cup sag, dressed in drag |
| And blamed it on his tough-luck past |
| And fucked up dad (Ugh, dad!) |
| Yeah, your issues run deeper than heavy sedation |
| Off a clinic prescribed medication |
| You a fucking disgrace, so just face it |
| You don’t see what I see coming |
| Anarchy is coming for you |
| I’m an outcast |
| An anarchy soldiers strapped up |
| And letting loose on any motherfucker that act up |
| You don’t see what I see coming |
| Anarchy is coming for you |
| And I’m forming a congregation |
| Your chance is nothing short of an annihilation |
| You fucking with the Anarchy Nation |
| Yeah, uh |
| I come tumbling in 'bout to bubble again |
| I crumble the pen with writing so I’m under your skin |
| I’m here (Yo, where the fuck have you been?) |
| Juggling sin, I’m good now, I could be your most humblest friend |
| All you haters, watch who the fuck you offend |
| 'Fore I throw you inside a hole ass-naked and shovel you in |
| I started up a new trend, still didn’t puzzle you then |
| Shit, I ain’t 'bout to be fake |
| Ain’t got the guts to pretend |
| I ought to shove a syringe right in your heart and then drain it, homie |
| I understand the industry is part entertainment |
| Pardon my phases, I know I’m a little argument-raising |
| But our music has died and it’s gon' take an artists to save it |
| I just target the fakest niggas then start an invasion |
| We all know most of the rappers that are far from amazing |
| But yeah, we treat 'em like the King of Rap |
| Fuck the mic, nigga, we could scrap |
| Stop the hating, I’m just speaking facts |
| You don’t see what I see coming |
| Anarchy is coming for you |
| I’m an outcast |
| An anarchy soldiers strapped up |
| And letting loose on any motherfucker that act up |
| You don’t see what I see coming |
| Anarchy is coming for you |
| And I’m forming a congregation |
| Your chance is nothing short of an annihilation |
| You fucking with the Anarchy Nation |
| Homie needs some Red Bull |
| My eye’s always wide except when I’m snoring |
| I never hit a bitch, I knew that I would regret in the morning (Nope) |
| They try to tell me to stop poppin' them pills and smoking them ports (Haha) |
| I’d rather fuck a one-legged hooker with asshole warts (Ughh) |
| And a glass eye with a peg leg and died of starvation |
| And got a puss that make a dead fish smell like a carnation (Ughh) |
| Call me a sick fuck, but sticks and stones |
| See I’m insultable |
| And got a dick that could give your girl multiples (Ooo) |
| Before I told the whore that I’m «outie» (Yep) |
| Told her it’s sort of a hobby (Haha) |
| When I got bored of the potty (Right) |
| Escort the whore to the lobby |
| Then I pat her down, make sure their ain’t no recording on me (Nu-huh) |
| There’s always more to a hottie than knives and a gorgeous body |
| You’re pissed off, (Yep) 'cause by the time your bitch gets off (What) |
| She be callin' me up, complaining how you’re limp dick soft (Lil') |
| She too classy for you and I got the feeling she sorta naughty (Come here, |
| for real) |
| So I took her 'round the back and we fucking in a porta potty (Right here) |
| You don’t see what I see coming |
| Anarchy is coming for you |
| I’m an outcast |
| An anarchy soldiers strapped up |
| And letting loose on any motherfucker that act up |
| You don’t see what I see coming |
| Anarchy is coming for you |
| And I’m forming a congregation |
| Your chance is nothing short of an annihilation |
| You fucking with the Anarchy Nation |