Dark Day Road La Coka Nostra

[Intro: Slaine]
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
The Coka is back
See we ain’t went nowhere anyways
I guess we under the underground
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Verse 1: Slaine]
You say I lead a life that you would practically kill for
Crush it up and sniff it, if you could get it in pill form
‘Cause even in my high, I’m starting to feel horns forming in my head
And this bed is getting real warm
Get behind the wheel, drive with the windshield gone
Tires of the Benz, wheels spin but the sin feels wrong
I’ve tried to stop but I ain’t got the luxury
So I hide a Glock, if somebody try to fuck with me
It’s pop!
But this ain’t no Madonna, Gaga, Michael Jackson
I’ve got a hyperactive, psychopathic type of passion
You can feel it in the air
They say that I'm an asshole, but I don’t really care
I was at the rock bottom yesterday, it's best to say I scrapped
Obsessing over messages, the records playing back
In second grade they whispered by me just to say I’m cracked
When I heard ‘em I would hurt ‘em
It would escalate from that, blah!