Brujeria (feat. Sick Jacken of Psycho Realm)

[Intro: Slaine]

Don’t get sidetracked, c’mon. There’s a million dollars in the [bad word] pocket. La Coka Nostra. We taking the [bad word] 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 [bad word] like a Michael film
No Neverland Ranch or [bad word] Man jam
Just a hundred-man camp go-go-gonna blam blam
 [bad word] stance man with a ton of [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] bar and see some [bad word] already
Puff in Alvarado, pull over by the wall
I’mma jump out the cab and cop this eight ball

 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] your mouths
I got some cokehead [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] up. You look skinny to me. You like doing coke though, right? Oh I can get you a job somewhere else. Show me your [bad word]