No-cash
You don't wanna fuck with me
I burn churches like persons in the third degree
With the strike of a match hit the gasoline
Pop pills, drugs kill, but its worth the thrill
Started in the nazo pits "quick to draw"
Drinkin blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk
Grind your fuckin bones to lace my fuckin blunt, punk!
Snap back crackle pop, motherfuckin cop
Always stayin on my toes when i walk the block
When I go to the store, I bring my own discount
I'm sick of payin money to suck corporate cock
Yo I know my spanish is rusty, but my english is old
40 down, grab yourself an ice cold
Colt 45, Feelin alive
Drunk as fuck in the daylight, ready to die
Sometimes, Sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers
Like thread, it was just to stitch the seams
My body soaked in gasoline
Nazo step to this, won't slit your wrist, cross it off the list
Unless you're gonna wanna throw a punch, we'll break your fist
Man up, duck down, cause the caps won't miss
Bust six shots on an undercover cop
They're all crooked motherfuckers and it ain't gonna stop
So held your ground, man your own town
Down with the man, let the drums sound
I'll hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision
Yo, I'm sinnin and im grinnin, fuck religion
Fucked up kind of vision, so listen
Do what makes you happy, not for money or attention
A dime and a 40 is how I get down
You say you're the king but im wearin the crown
High on my thrown, doin lines, makin deals
Got a chef in the kitchen cookin my last meal
Sometimes, Sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers
Like thread, it was just to stitch the seams
My body soaked in gasoline
Sometimes, Sometimes I stay alive
Witness sickness under cloudy skies
Like thread, it was just to stitch the seams
My body soaked in gasoline