Bloody Sunday - La Coka Nostra, Slaine, Ill Bill

Bloody Sunday, Black Sabbath

The Pope’s a paedophile with a drug habit

We’re all clinically depressed

They got us all manic

We keep swallowin' they pills so we don’t fuckin' panic

Run for the hills, grab ya automatic

Bring your big black boots, ya fighting gloves

Psycho Realm’s in the house screamin' out

Sick Side in the house screamin' out

Ayo, back from the dead, back at it again

It’s the anti-Christo with the antigen

Punk I’ll take yo pistol, give it back an' then

If you act up again, you gettin' clapped my friend

This Coka familiar, five alone will kill ya

King Kong ain’t got shit on this here guerrilla

Classic Off The Wall like Mike from Thriller

A monster in the legend, hail this Godzilla

We got the heat for the streets

The bag for the drop

The kid bloody blow out your back with the pump

The move and the shake

The move and the wake

Welcome to hell, the Devil’s here to open the gate

They say hip hop’s hanging from a noose like Saddam Hussein

But 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 Terrordome

I’m inappropriate like Kramer with a megaphone

Black and fire, steel, my mind’s ill

Got you on a mission like a crackhead to find krillz

I come from a place where the apocalypse is now

Armaggedon, Nostradamus called it, you are now with the rawest

It’s unwarming light, sun turned to God, God turned to son

Murder one, no match, no blood and no gun

Fire and brimstones, stem cell clones

Mini-microphones implanted deep in your bones

They tappin' the phones, mapping the homes (clappin' the chromes!)

Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the dome

I’m a rebel poet, my words 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 bumpkin 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 gettin' me baptised, 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