La Coka Nostra

[Verse 1: Slaine]
It's the return of the assassin
I believe in the creed of the greedier
Bash in your skull with guns, I'm deceiving the media
Look at the web of lies that I keep weaving immediate
Breathing the weed speeding and I ain't hitting medians either
Fuck the Bible, I'm writing my lyrics and read them to Jesus
Fight with spirits and sleep in a bed with the rifle near it
I used to smoke angel dust back as a teen
Copped the bundles in Harlem and sell packs of the beans
Rolling in stolen cars leaving accident scenes
Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the back of my jeans
When you hear me rhyming wonder what has happened to me
I had a wet brain, but I came back spectacularly
I got a third rail on the train tracks will zap me *
That's why I'm just the way I am, this is actually me
I said the return of the assassin, the assassin is me
Wipe my ass with hundred dollar bills and laugh at a G
[Hook]
My greed gets me everything
The means to fulfill any dream
Sparked by the endless greed
As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed
My greed gets me everything
The means to fulfill any dream
Inclined to refine my creed
As we struggle in this world full of lust and greed
[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
It's the return of the cult leader
I believe in the creed of the greedier
Final Destination like a plane careening and speeding
Like a demon in my blood stream bleeding anemia
Better yet I'm even worse than that speaking leukemia
Premium goods like overpriced diamonds that cut glass
Coka without the Cola and the white mustache
The brand you can trust
We high-powered and coked up
Hole in the head looking like a powdered donut
Or like sho'nuff from the last track and cash stacking up
Pull out the black Magnum now your ass is backing up
I've been the poster child for coke piled higher than the heavens