La Coka Nostra - Slaine - This Is The End (feat. Badnewz & Jaysaun of Special Teamz) | Текст песни

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• La Coka Nostra
• Slaine - This Is The End (feat. Badnewz & Jaysaun of Special Teamz)

[Verse 1: Badnewz]

Too many kings, not enough crowns, the circus left town
And forgot the clowns, colourful suits with Bozo’s boots
Jumping through hoops juggling fruit, these rappers is cooch
? douche clitoris lips, your gimmick is chips
Dressing like Prince, no respect, metrosex throwing up sets
It makes me vexed middle-sex like the county
On your head, a bounty, claiming you pump keys, make Gs
Begging Leedz to perform at the Middle East
Retards in leotards ? broads, what’s next? Nose jobs then lipo like Michael?
That’s a lightbulb, I been a maestro since Tyco
I like ? hoes bloodtype is type-ho
Moment of truth, you ball and get loose
Platinum noose but your mobile is Boost
On a caboose with a beat-up goose
Sipping a deuce you’re a fluke, a scam, rub the lamp Shazam
Gangster I am said Sam, green eggs and ham
Dr. Seuss, I could shoot a gat and cook crack
Spinning on my back with a fish tank
? my hat swinging a bat while lighting a match
And these are the dudes to put the Bean on the map
Never busting a strap, be cool with your cheap jewels
Ten carat chain, using music in vain
Stay in your lane, I drop shit like I ain’t been potty trained
Lyrics a pain simple and plain mention my name
They’ll be chalking your frame, Boston rappers is lame
Identity theft, comic book crooks with nursery hooks
While I’m performing you’re shook, I guess thug is a good look
When you put it in your rhymes be cautious with your lines
My dogs empty nines, you cowards repping my city
But you ain’t from my hood, you live in the woods
Same school, different class meaning you dudes is ass
Meaning your jewels is glass

[Verse 2: Slaine]

Meaning you dudes is fags, this is a few and a half minutes
Of sermons from the Mass a menace and mass ministers
Masterful massacre crafted from sinister minds
Genesis since the beginning of time
There’s always been snakes, thieves, liars, envious ones
I’d rather outsmart em, plot while I pretend to be dumb
I got a semi-automatic gun, six-figure hustle game
Only getting bigger now, who wanna comes and muscle Slaine?
New York is a rotten apple, this is a bloody bean
We move on the radar, there ain’t nobody seen
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Fuck it, stand still, I’m still spilling blood on your shirt
I’m still illing, a real villain, chills up my spine
I’m still getting thrills peeling bills stuck to each other
Puffing nickels, tucking nines in the glovey
It’s no wonder why 5-0s hate me and the hoes love me
I’m the prettiest ugliest motherfucker with his nose bloody
They say I’m pretty ugly, the whole city love me
This is vicious dope sickness death wishes no witness
This is show business, I been in Hell too

[Verse 3: Jaysaun]

What can I tell you? I ain’t never met niggas more pussy
I smell you full metal jacket to the straitjacket homes put me in Bellevue
First stop at the ? I can ghost write for you, I don’t think that it’d help you
At one time niggas almost felt you, I’m a G, you a flea, I’m so sorry dog we gotta melt you
Play the cards that was dealt you, this casino war
You’re the cancer in the game, that’s what the chemo’s for
Your armour’s chinked up, I see those flaws
Prostituting on the Internet, I see those whores
Willy D said you got a letter, ho be a ho
So silly me for trying to stop a ho from being a ho
You know Jaysaun’s raw, what’d you expect?
I love drugs, love money, and sex, that’s DMS
Okay, I ? KO, you got a problem with us then lay low
Or your next Kangol will be a halo
You can’t rap, you a rat with a fink flow
And I’m the torpedo, may you whole boat sink slow
I never write nothing, I let the ink flow
You a cheap copy of me we made at Kinko’s
Nicer than us? I don’t really think so
Throwing everything at you, even the kitchen sink holmes