Album Name : Masters of the Dark Arts (Bonus Track Version)
Release Date : 2012-07-31
Song Duration : 2:45
La Coka Nostra Murder World
[Verse 1]
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 f..cking hunger I had back in the days
[Hook]
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
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
[Verse 2]
Any sufficiently ? knowledge is indistinguishable from magic, rituals of madness Follower 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 answer ? action is thought Enemy line is like a landslide, an avalanche of corpse Blizzard of ours, 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, French coats and assault rifles Motorcycle snipers leave you with a shit bag buying diapers
[Hook]
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
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