Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need Help, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song To Thine Own Self Be True, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопI Need Help |
| Yes, La Coka-motherfucking-Nostra |
| I need help |
| Yeah, check it |
| Down-trodden and rock bottom |
| My mind’s rotten, I’m a goblin |
| With shotguns and vodka I’m a problem |
| White devil caucasoid mutant |
| Built to destroy humans |
| Fuck love, give me guns, I enjoy shooting |
| Columbine, chaos and fury, lyrics and mayhem |
| Witches of Salem congregate on a mission for Satan |
| Ain’t these recipes for treachery, the system is tainted |
| Linked to destiny, the rest of me religion and hatred |
| Rather be risen in flames than be driven insane |
| Living in pain, my brain sizzling in the drizzling rain |
| Whisper insane thoughts, echoes and loss |
| Lepers and Whores, desperate remorse |
| My epitaph is etched in the walls, I’m lost |
| Between green Hell and betrayal, we fell |
| But if we social hopefully we’ll prevail |
| Compared to who I once was, I’m a shell |
| Broken into so many pieces I fell |
| I need some motherfucking help |
| I’m like a lone wolf, hungry on a mission to feast |
| Fixing to eat, with the blood of sheep dripping from teeth |
| Perdition is brief, void of any Christian beliefs |
| Pied piper with the power never skipping a beat |
| One eyed sniper in the tower with his grip on his heat |
| Got the cure for vile planet sick with the seed |
| Reload and unload, empty out the clip and repeat |
| A puzzle of a picture of war missing a piece |
| Belligerent thoughts, cold-hearted, frigid and raw |
| Visions of violent blizzards, rhythms, incisions and swords |
| Misery’s company, gun clappers give them applause |
| Rivers of saliva slither where living is choice |
| Snake tongue, with the Tyson lisp on the late great Young |
| Sonny Liston with the same hunger that’d eat Pun |
| In a staircase drinking straight rum |
| With my face numb, trapped in this place I can’t escape from |
| I’m vicious with dope and the bitches that keep me from riches |
| The drinking and keeps me at war with the misses |
| I’m doing my dirt solo and avoiding the witness |
| You never know when rats will get all in your business |
| We’re paranoid in this world of straight menace, sick Guinness |
| With that in a scene is straight tremendous |
| See it through eyes as high as mine while people die |
| That is why we’ve been shit the entire time |
| Post-traumatic stress disorder gets the hood vets too |
| Near death with no vests true |
| Old cesspool will black and you out |
| Of fresh jewels, tucked money and limp shoes |
| We choose this, even civilians got hits |
| Payback from way back like Arabs resist |
| Got the itch to blow up this bitch for real |
| In the post-war prank got glitched |
| I need help |
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