Murder World

La Coka Nostra

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    I’m having homicidal urges, visions of bloody money
    Ain’t nothing funny, a serpent sliding under the surface
    I purchase diamonds and guns
    Splurging on blackjack, cocaine, gold chains, and bitches is worthless
    The essence of my habits is twisted and prolific
    It’s been predicted that i would die by my own biscuit
    Amongst the wicked who take gambles for phone digits
    It ain’t a life worth living if you don’t risk it
    A moment till my atonement
    Taking ownership for all the domes i split
    Keep a sharpness believing everything impossible
    Took the highway and caught beef with lots of you
    So keep your black shades on when the villain shine
    You kids been talking about a long time about killing mine
    I’m too cagey, yous are half of my age
    I still got the fucking hunger i had back in the days

    Murder world, welcome to your death after your afterlife
    I murder you again, laugh with the burner to your head
    Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit
    With the burner to it and the cadillac swerving to it

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    Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic
    Rituals of madness, follow the leader, copy this, watch me flip
    Back to beef and rocking tims and rocking more lo than ralphies kids
    Catch a machete up your ass like gaddafi did
    Better yet catch that hiv like liberace did, kid
    The ancestor of every reaction that's thought
    In every line is like a landslide, an avalanche of course
    Blizzard of oz, children of war, cities are gone
    Missiles are launched, systems evolved, pistols are sparked
    Out the mouth i speak murder shit
    Like jesus malverde did, i put you to sleep permanent
    Sleep with the trout, my homies fillet piranhas
    You plan to spray llamas but you still gay like dahmer
    I’m coka for life, trench-coats and assault rifles
    Motorcycles, snipers leave you with a shit bag buying diapers

    Murder world, welcome to your death after your afterlife
    I murder you again, laugh with the burner to your head
    Support your local murder music, shoot that piece of shit
    With the burner to it and the cadillac swerving to it

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    Composición: G. Carroll, W. Braunstein y C. Lanciani

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