| Jump on the song, no doubt
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| Heard who was on the song with me, no doubt
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| Fuck subliminals, very direct what
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| Side of the neck stuff just get you neck cut
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| Show me respect, duck, break your beak off
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| Make your week end, you need a week off
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| Nigga you cheese sauce, pretzels a combo
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| Two-piece your face where the fuck did your moms go?
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| Sniffing the pablo, gripping the large 'four
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| Run up on your ride and fuck up your car show
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| P, the four pop your Starter cap
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| Keep eating swine, you gonna catch a heart attack
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| So miss me with the fly shit
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| I kill you, this verse gonna get me indicted
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| You outdated out the loop
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| Ill then Bill kick me out the group, chill
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| Never give the god ‘caine
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| I will sniff my head off, I am Ichabod Crane, P!
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| I make music for goons with bricks and big Cuban links
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| And been wore Hilfiger velours before Puba did
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| Ruger spit like a blast beat, you could get your ass beat
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| Ask E, I was abusive before Fat Beats
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| Before Non Phixion existed I fisted your sister
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| Then twisted the pistol up her pussy until it blistered
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| Never mistake knowledge for wisdom
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| Knowledge will help you make a couple dollars, but wisdom will help you make
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| millions
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| God is my shotgun, my sword is my shepherd
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| Music’s a rewarding obsession, keep the audience guessing
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| Stay a step ahead of the rest of these followers and swallowers
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| We are the future like Nostradamus, it’s ominous
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| We the least likely to not survive
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| We the most likely of all to put a cock in your wives
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| We the personification of murder for fun
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| The black flag with the white skull and the guns
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| I ain’t got time for the bullshit and the rumours upon us
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| I’m death in the biblical form slays the human persona
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| My name’s carried through the ages, goons and piranhas
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| That loom in the corners and doom with my subhuman subconscious
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| In the face of a federation you presume as a monster
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| I’m the birth of an nature from earth whose womb is enormous
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| Live my lives in the night skies, my tomb is a forest
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| This in demand, all my lyrics, sing in tune with the chorus
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| In Roman times you might have knew me as Horace
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| Now I rep the Coka leaf and I design it like Peruvian florists
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| Got movies for all us, smokes for criminals and alcoholics
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| They peep the blueprint and they see I pulled it out of all this
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| My brother’s my keeper, my keeper’s my eyes
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| My family’s my future, you past is full of secrets and lies
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| Jealousy’s a wolf, he creeps like a sheep in disguise
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| A wise man sees it all and keeps his piece of the pie |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Electronic Funeral, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song Masters Of The Dark Arts, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп