Mambo Jambo (Qué Rico el Mambo) (Qué Rico el Mambo)

歌詞

Lock and load Duck down When you hear the sound of one hundred rounds tear your house to the ground That's how they are getting down downtown We're killing over color and were heaven sent and hell bound Father wasn't around to beat me down So I'm a conscious less psychopath on the streets of a ghost town Bodies slumped on their steering wheels Brains climbing from their mouths Muscles protruding from their wounds Like even they want out Nobody gets out Nobody ever makes it out And before I drew my head from the cunts mouth One foot was in the grave They're dying so young where I come from It's gun or be gunned Run or be ran over Man over man Foolhardy as they come As kids we skipped the fun Fascinated with numbers, and ways we could make them run Unaware we had just hung the possibility of a kosher become It's so damn dark out here Hailstones blot out the sun Bodies, buried atop on another Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers They're letting shots loose From Sacramento to Syracuse And I dreamt I put it all behind me Then I awoke to... Sounds of busting guns Bullet holes in lungs Taste your guts sliding off of your tongue Tendons, bone fragments lodged in your gums Mothers praying for the health of her son Sickens me, what we've become Bodies, buried atop one another Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers