.38 револьвер

Lyrics

[Intro: Slaine] Yeah, turn my headphones up Sicknature, La Coka Nostra Can I get a little volume? (Turn my volume up in my headphones, man) You know I like that shit to rock! Haha [Verse 1: Slaine] Dudes are full of jealousy, they bitches and liars Pussy and cocaine are kings, so the biscuits are fired Won't stop me from fucking or getting sniffed till I'm wired I'm just saying how I feel cause this shit got me tired I'm exhausted, by my street hustle, but it costed Death that grew around in my town, it had me nauseous And I ain't talking 'bout the film that you see me in I'm talking bout the snakes trying to kill him in the green BM My guns are loaded, my mind is out of my head My son's my motive my grind is hide till I'm dead My nine's exploding, my enemies started to bled Fishes will bleed, want some issues with me? I'll put a body on it, wipe it, give you pistols for free You's a small timer, ain't no one as vicious as me I'm the dark angel scriptures that religits can read This is real, think it's hard to believe? Fuck outta here! [Hook: Big Left]×2 God is great, guard your space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace [Verse 2: ILL Bill] Cult Leader presidential like rocking a Rollie and Polo Competition scream U.N.C.L.E. like Napoleon Solo You think education's expensive, try ignorance instead Try a pistol to your head, now you're bringing in the bread Seal with the fists, half a dozen gunmen, hate amongst brothers Once powerful empires crumble up into nothing Everything is started as a thought So-called reality is a matrix that's transmitted by brain waves Across optical and neurological modules Throw cars with our minds like Chronicle, nothing's impossible I could beat you with the barrels, then heat you with the hollows Be in Giza with the pharaohs, and then have pizza at Di Fara's Brought the devil to your house, say hi to Satan Then put the Metal In Your Mouth like Iron Maiden I'm a cross between Mike Tyson and the Ice Titan White lightning, beats and thundering lyrics are quite frightening [Hook: Big Left]×2 God is great, guard your space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace [Verse 3: Big Left] Necronomi-combat, I'll leave it at that Leaving the game, hallucinations only even the plane Look, I'm keeping it caine, I mean coke Replacing the pope, keep the long arm in the coat You want the serial killer shit? Late night, break in the house Throw the dog a steak and fuck your wife on the couch I'm wiping em out, murder fucking kids in their bed Ted Bundy cause I'm taking the head Left's not back, I'm a thought, a dream, a concept Ready for combat, go ahead and pull the trigger You want that, welcome to the grid of reverse reality I'm a user-programmed mentality, salary John 3:16, I'm seeing the gleam, see in your eyes Seeing you believing the lies Motherfuckers are never nice guys, remember that All you faggots talk shit from the back Come on, man! [Hook: Big Left]×2 God is great, guard your space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I heard crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace