Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloody Sunday, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2009
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Bloody Sunday |
| 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 fuckin' panic |
| Run for the hills, grab ya automatic |
| Bring your big black boots, ya fighting gloves |
| Psycho Realm’s in the house screamin' out |
| Sick Side in the house screamin' out |
| 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 shit 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |