transcribed with help by hatt from the crib



(20 sec silence/intro)

[Ill Bill]
I'm a blunt being smoked and I can't wake up
It's La Coka Nostra with the brand they trust
I'll fucks with the whole sniffin' off the hands and bumps
Enough Patron to get the whole planet drunk

[Slaine]
Scumbags travel in packs, and we got a bunch
With some money in our pockets and weed in the blunts
I don't hang inside the club and gettin' skied in the front
Thinking crooke'd, with the hooker od'ed in the trunk

[Everlast]
Yo I'm armor plated, I'm underrated
Joey Ramone, oxycodone sedated
Methamphetamine, Ba'ath Party, Fedayeen
Stand bent off the kush, vicodin and (aline)

[Ill Bill]
The top of New York, the cult leader like Dr. York,
The coke dealer, here's a kilo, yo, our shit's raw
Peep the skull with the two guns, designed for war
On the side of the tour bus, when we out on tour

(break)

[Slaine]
Yo my face is ugly and my verse is grimy
They look around for me and they search to find me
'Cause I burnt the boundaries, broke the barriers
Fuck chicks raw, did coke at Mariott's

[Ill Bill]
57-14, the road was Farragut
Braunstein tags and zig-zag packages
Like a gladiator rotten in the golden chariot
Old school champion hoodies and Yankee fits

[Everlast]
Ultramagnetic, poetically kinetic
Mr. White gon' said it, better call the paramedic
Tell 'em bring anesthetics and a stretcher, too
For a chalk outline gets sketched around you

(65 seconds of silence/probably for the main artist)