Lyrics Bloody Sunday - La Coka Nostra
Bloody
Sunday,
Black
Sabbath
The
pope's
a
pedophile
with
a
drug
habit
We're
all
clinically
depressed,
they
got
us
all
manic
We
keep
swallowing
their
pills
so
we
don't
fucking
panic
Run
for
the
hills,
grab
your
automatic
Bring
your
big
black
boots
and
your
fighting
gloves
Psychorealm's
in
the
house
screaming
out,
"Fuck
love!"
Sick
Side
in
the
house
screaming
out,
"Fuck
love!"
Hey
yo
back
from
the
dead,
back
at
it
again
It's
the
antique
pistol
with
the
antigen
Punk
I'll
take
your
pistol,
give
it
back
and
then
You
act
up
again
you
getting
clapped,
my
friend
This
coka
familiar
vibe
alone'll
kill
ya
King
Kong
ain't
got
shit
on
this
here
gorilla
Classic
off
the
wall
like
Mike
from
Thriller
A
monster
in
a
legend,
hell
this
Godzilla
(Sen
Dog)
We
got
the
heat
for
the
streets
The
bag
for
the
drop
The
kid
body
blow
out
your
back
with
the
pop
The
move
and
the
shake
The
move
and
the
wake
Welcome
to
Hell,
the
Devil's
here
to
open
the
gate
(Ill
Bill)
They
say
hip
hop's
hanging
from
a
noose
like
Saddam
Hussein
Then
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
Teradome,
I'm
inappropriate
Like
Kramer
with
a
megaphone
Black
wind,
fire,
and
steel,
my
mind's
ill
Got
you
on
a
mission
like
a
crackhead
to
find
krillz
(Big
Left)
I
come
from
a
place
where
the
Apocalypse
is
now
Armageddon,
Nostradamus
called
it,
you
are
now
with
the
raw
It's
unwarming
light,
sun
turned
to
God,
God
turned
to
sun
Murder
one,
no
match,
no
blood
and
no
gun
Fire
and
brimstones,
stem
cell
clones
Minimicrophones
implanted
deep
in
your
bones
They
tapping
the
phones,
snapping
the
home
(Clapping
the
chrome!)
Ding-dong,
click-clack,
one
in
the
back
of
the
dome
We
got
the
heat
for
the
streets
The
bag
for
the
drop
The
kid
body
blow
out
your
back
with
the
pop
The
move
and
the
shake
The
move
and
the
wake
Welcome
to
Hell,
the
Devil's
here
to
open
the
gate
We
got
the
heat
for
the
streets
The
bag
for
the
drop
The
kid
body
blow
out
your
back
with
the
pop
The
move
and
the
shake
The
move
and
the
wake
Welcome
to
Hell,
the
Devil's
here
to
open
the
gate
(Slaine)
I'm
a
rebel
poet,
my
words
are
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
bubkes
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
getting
me
baptized,
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
We
got
the
heat
for
the
streets
The
bag
for
the
drop
The
kid
body
blow
out
your
back
with
the
pop
The
move
and
the
shake
The
move
and
the
wake
Welcome
to
Hell,
the
Devil's
here
to
open
the
gate
We
got
the
heat
for
the
streets
The
bag
for
the
drop
The
kid
body
blow
out
your
back
with
the
pop
The
move
and
the
shake
The
move
and
the
wake
Welcome
to
Hell,
the
Devil's
here
to
open
the
gate
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