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letra de anarchy nation - cognito

[intro: cognito & hopsin]
yo, just hand me that motherf-cking vic bottle
yeah, hopsin
gimme that sh-t
yo cognito
hopsin
what up?
what’s up? west coast
anarchy nation
west coast in this motherf-cker
funk volume
anarchy nation, funk volume (hahaha)
come on

[verse 1: cognito]
you ever seen a schizophrenic? (yeah)
went [?] and l!cked his [?]? (uhuh)
cool-aid with liquid in it? (yep)
you’re sick but can’t admit it? (ughh)
f-ck the same hoes for three nights straight?
you’re on a hooker run (haha)
and then you drop her off at the same shelter you took her from (get out!)
nicked her ’cause she looking dumb (what?)
brain the size of a cookie crumb (what?)
tell yourself, “it could be fun” (what?)
it’s just a late night nooky run (what?)
now everybody thinks you’re pathetic (ha)
maybe they right (right, haha)
it’s just a minor situation to regret later in life (yes)
you making late night telly runs for nothing (haha)
while you snorting fresh eighties off her bellyb-tton
while avoiding that smelly m-ffin (ughh)
you the dirtiest of the dirtiest sl-t bags
wanna pump rags, nut cup grabs
and but-f-cks f-gs while hittin’ from behind
and let his nut cup sag, dressed in rag
and blamed it on his tough-luck past
and f-cked up dad (ugh, dad!)
yeah, she’s run deeper than heavy sedation
off a clinic prescribed medication
you a f-cking disgrace so just face it

[chorus]
you don’t see what i see coming
anarchy is coming for you
i’m an outcast
an anarchy soldiers strapped up
and letting loose on any motherf-cker that act up
you don’t see what i see coming
anarchy is coming for you
and i’m forming a congregation
your chance is nothing shorter than annihilation
you f-cking with the anarchy nation

[verse 2: hopsin]
yeah, uh
i come tumbling in ’bout to bubble again
i crumble the pen with writing so i’m under your skin
i’m here (yo, where the f-ck have you been?)
juggling sin, i’m good now, i could be your most humblest friend
all you haters, watch who the f-ck you offend
‘fore i throw you inside a hole -ss-naked and shovel you in
i started up a new trend, still didn’t puzzle you then
sh-t, i ain’t ’bout to be fake
ain’t got the guts to pretend
i ought to shove a syringe right in your heart and then drain it, homie
i understand the industry is part entertainment
pardon my phases, i know i’m a little argument-raising
but our music has died and it’s gon’ take an artists to save it
i just target the fakest n-ggas then start an invasion
we all know most of the rappers that are far from amazing
but yeah, we treat ’em like the king of rap
f-ck the mic, n-gga, we could scr-p
stop the hating, i’m just speaking facts

[verse 3: cognito]
homie needs some red bull
my eye’s always wide except when i’m snoring
i never hit a b-tch, i knew that i would regret in the morning (nope)
they try to tell me to stop poppin’ them pills and smoking them ports (haha)
i’d rather f-ck a one-legged hooker with -ssh0l- warts (ughh)
and a gl-ss eye with a peg leg and died of starvation
and got a p-ss that make a dead fish smell like a carnation (ughh)
call me a sick f-ck, but sticks and stones
see i’m a [?]
got a d-ck that could give your girl multiples (ooo)
before i told the wh0r- that i’m “outie” (yep)
told her it’s sort of a hobby (haha)
when i got bored of the potty (right)
escort the wh0r- to the lobby
then i pat her down, make sure their ain’t no recording on me (nu-huh)
there’s always more to a hottie than knifes and a gorgeous body
you’re p-ssed off, (yep) ’cause by the time your b-tch gets off (what)
she be callin’ me up, complaining how you’re limp d-ck soft (lil’)
she too cl-ssy for you and i got the feeling she sorta naughty (come here, for real)
so i took her ’round the back and we f-cking in a porta potty (right here)

- cognito

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