Bloody Sunday (feat. Sen Dog of Cypress Hill and Big Left)

Bloody Sunday, Black Sabbath
 The pope's a pedophile with a drug habit
 We're all clinically depressed, they got us all manic
 We keep swallowing their pills so we don't fucking panic
 Run for the hills, grab your automatic
 Bring your big black boots and your fighting gloves
 Psychorealm's in the house screaming out, "Fuck love!"
 Sick Side in the house screaming out, "Fuck love!"
 Hey yo back from the dead, back at it again
 It's the antique pistol with the antigen
 Punk I'll take your pistol, give it back and then
 You act up again you getting clapped, my friend
 This coka familiar vibe alone'll kill ya
 King Kong ain't got shit on this here gorilla
 Classic off the wall like Mike from Thriller
 A monster in a legend, hell this Godzilla
 (Sen Dog)
 We got the heat for the streets
 The bag for the drop
 The kid body blow out your back with the pop
 The move and the shake
 The move and the wake
 Welcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate
 (Ill Bill)
 They say hip hop's hanging from a noose like Saddam Hussein
 Then LCN make you jump around like House of Pain
 I take it back like purple rain envelopes
 Crazy Eddy episodes, break and enter hoes
 Every record sold's equivalent to coke, homie
 Welcome to the Teradome, I'm inappropriate
 Like Kramer with a megaphone
 Black wind, fire, and steel, my mind's ill
 Got you on a mission like a crackhead to find krillz
 (Big Left)
 I come from a place where the Apocalypse is now
 Armageddon, Nostradamus called it, you are now with the raw
 It's unwarming light, sun turned to God, God turned to sun
 Murder one, no match, no blood and no gun
 Fire and brimstones, stem cell clones
 Minimicrophones implanted deep in your bones
 They tapping the phones, snapping the home (Clapping the chrome!)
 Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the dome
 We got the heat for the streets
 The bag for the drop
 The kid body blow out your back with the pop
 The move and the shake
 The move and the wake
 Welcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate
 We got the heat for the streets
 The bag for the drop
 The kid body blow out your back with the pop
 The move and the shake
 The move and the wake
 Welcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate
 (Slaine)
 I'm a rebel poet, my words are treated like it's contraband
 I'm unresponsive to taunts of critics and wants of fans
 Angelic demonic chronic writer, a haunted man
 Mongrel monster with the murderers on conquered land
 I grew around some johns is junkies with bubkes scams
 Bar brawls, broken bottles, banging, and launching hands
 My shifty plans turn a risky chance to fifty grand
 Double it, watch these sissies stand in your pissy pants
 This game is getting me baptized, we bad guys
 Choose sides and yous guys is enemies or allies
 La Coka Nostra is a brand you can trust
 To roll with a pack of animals with cannons to bust
 We got the heat for the streets
 The bag for the drop
 The kid body blow out your back with the pop
 The move and the shake
 The move and the wake
 Welcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate
 We got the heat for the streets
 The bag for the drop
 The kid body blow out your back with the pop
 The move and the shake
 The move and the wake
 Welcome to Hell, the Devil's here to open the gate