Brujeria

[Intro: Slaine]

Don't get sidetracked, c'mon. There's a million dollars in the motherfucking pocket. La Coka Nostra. We taking the motherfucking hip hop game over punching them in the eye. Yeah, I'm getting high.

[Verse 1: Slaine]

If you ain't know homes then it might go down

La Coka Nostra, now you in the Psycho Realm

FBI got files on a microfilm

We got kids on our dick like a Michael film

No Neverland Ranch or a Running Man jam

Just a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blam

R-r-running stance man with a ton of damn plants

Then get the money and scram with the gun in my pants

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]

Visions of pain, cut like incisions with blades

Spoke to the Devil yesterday, he put some shit in my brain

Twisted with Slaine, Manitoba sniffing the 'caine

'86, take Jordans off of kids on the train

I spit flames, spit fireballs, wire jaws

My mind stay hacked through firewalls

We causing the riot y'all

We them white boys always down to fight and brawl

Malcolm X out the window, make the rifles talk

[Verse 3: Everlast]

Yo I'm mad obnoxious and I'm kinda rude

Got a pocket full of money, need to strip for food

Got an airplane ticket and a new suitcase

Got a boxcutter tucked underneath my shoelace

Got my nuts up and my passport ready

Let's hit the fucking bar and see some titties already

12th and Alvarado, pull over by the wall

I'mma jump out the cab and cop this eight ball

[Chorus: Sick Jacken]

Le vendí polvo a los güeros, están locos los cabrónes, son los más cocodrilos del ghetto, (What'd he say?)

serio pedo con el clavo de yeyo, gringo periquero con el chavo primero. (What the fuck is he talking about?)

Dicen que se llama la Coka Nostra, saco un ocho, luego piden otra bolsa

le pone a esa madre hasta que el vato choca. Surtiendoles es La Cosa Nostra, homie.

[Verse 5: Slaine]

You so fucking crazy I'm freaking, let's vanish

I don't even know if what he's speaking is Spanish

Puerto Rican, Japanese, Korean, or Haitian

We stick out like a sore thumb being caucasian

Chill the fuck out, Slaine! Who's in the Lincoln?

[Verse 6: Ill Bill]

You're coked out your face and the booze that you're drinking

Is making you p-noid, confusing your thinking

Chill out in front of Everlast, you're just gonna jinx him!

[Verse 7: Everlast]

Ey yo I can hear you dudes running your mouths

I got some cokehead bitches naked up at the house

We can feed em all yey and bust nuts in their mouths but I'm taking the dime

[Interlude: Slaine]

I'll fuck the duck on the couch. Yo what's your name anyways? Britney? Didn't you used to work over at Centerfolds? They fired you cause you were too fat? Oh that's fucked up. You look skinny to me. You like doing coke though, right? Oh I can get you a job somewhere else. Show me your titties.

[Chorus]