No-Cash! (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
Drop pills, drugs kill, but it's worth the thrill
Learned it in the Nazo pits, quick to draw
(One time) Stop your complainin' or we'll cut 'ya like a chainsaw
And drink your blood by pitcher until we feel drunk
And grind your fucking bones to lace by fucking blunt, punk
Snap, crack, crackle, pop, motherfuck, a cop
Always laying on my toes when I walk the block
When I go to the store, I bring my own discount
'Cause I'm sick of paying money to suck corporate cock
Yo, I know my Spanish is rusty, by my English is old
40oz down, grab yourself an ice cold Colt 45
Feeling alive. Drunk as fuck in the daylight and I'm ready to die
Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers
And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams
Now my body is soaked in gasoline
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Nazo step to this, go and slit your wrists, cross you off the list
Unless you're gonna wanna throw a punch, it'll break your fists
Man up, duck down, 'cause these caps won't miss
Bust six shots on an undercover cop 'cause they're all crooked motherfuckers and it ain't gonna stop
So hold your ground down and run your own town
Down with the man, let the drum sound
Hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision
Yo I'm sinning and I'm grinning
Fuck religion!
Fucked up, got a vision, so listen:
I do what makes me happy, not for money or attention
A line and a 40oz is how I get down
You say you're the king, but I'm wearing the crown
High on my throne, sniffing lines, making deals
I got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal
Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers
And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams
Now my body is soaked in gasoline
No-Cash! (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
Drop pills, drugs kill, but it's worth the thrill
Learned it in the Nazo pits, quick to draw
(One time) Stop your complainin' or we'll cut 'ya like a chainsaw
And drink your blood by pitcher until we feel drunk
And grind your fucking bones to lace by fucking blunt, punk
Snap, crack, crackle, pop, motherfuck, a cop
Always laying on my toes when I walk the block
When I go to the store, I bring my own discount
'Cause I'm sick of paying money to suck corporate cock
Yo, I know my Spanish is rust, by my English is old
40oz down, grab yourself an ice cold Colt 45
Feeling alive. Drunk as fuck in the daylight and I'm ready to die
Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers
And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams
Now my body is soaked in gasoline
Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
Nazo step to this, go and slit your wrists, cross you off the list
Unless you're gonna wanna throw a punch, it'll break your fists
Man up, duck down, 'cause these caps won't miss
Bust six shots on an undercover cop 'cause they're all crooked motherfuckers and it ain't gonna stop
So hold your ground down and run your own town
Down with the man, let the drum sound
Hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision
Yo I'm sinning and I'm grinning
Fuck religion!
Fucked up, got a vision, so listen:
I do what makes me happy, not for money or attention
A line and a 40oz is how I get down
You say you're the king, but I'm wearing the crown
High on my throne, sniffing lines, making deals
I got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal
Sometimes, sometimes I stay alive
To witness sickness under a cloudy sky
And like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams
Now my body is soaked in gasoline
My body is soaked in gasoline
My body is soaked in gasoline
My body is soaked in gasoline
My body is soaked in gasoline
