CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Call the Coroner
They'll kill you in front of your kids eyes with big smiles
In six hours chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour
A chessboard of espionage and death squads
Men of God stay ahead of the curve, [fin extra sharp]
Mistaken identity, machete massacres
Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust
Mafia christenings, kiss the ring, wish the pistol sing
Like Smoky Robinson when they split your wig
Muzzle ‘em the, the snub Draco on the [threaded] barrel
Flamin' serrated arrows, slay the eight handed Pharaoh
A hundred plagues God, conducts likе an orchestra
A hundred AK’s in the trunk of thе Porsche truck
Legends never die and the law’s corrupt
Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough, this cost us blood
All missiles, pistol boom, make ya jaw bristle
Whistle through a hole in the door and make the wall sizzle
x2
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Wow! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back, fill ya coffin up
There’s blood in his hands, this wasn’t the plan
When he got into his cousin’s Sedan
Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam
Still buzzin’, told his cousin circle back around the hover and scram
Got a problem with my broad he said
Think she’s involved with Fat Paul
I just wanna see if her car’s there
And that’s all, that’s what he said, that was his intent
But he saw her car in the driveway, his vision went sideways
Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car
Dipped into the backyard where he saw the door ajar, popped in
I’m warnin’ y’all, one day in Florida
Caught him in the [ex] someone call the coroner
You say a sudden reaction
A Tuesday’s love and attachment
Can shift into a backspin
The Wednesday’s fatal attraction
You did it with a baseball bat
And that’s the way that it happened
In six hours chop you up and dip you in the sweet and sour
A chessboard of espionage and death squads
Men of God stay ahead of the curve, [fin extra sharp]
Mistaken identity, machete massacres
Crazy Eddie logos printed on bags of dust
Mafia christenings, kiss the ring, wish the pistol sing
Like Smoky Robinson when they split your wig
Muzzle ‘em the, the snub Draco on the [threaded] barrel
Flamin' serrated arrows, slay the eight handed Pharaoh
A hundred plagues God, conducts likе an orchestra
A hundred AK’s in the trunk of thе Porsche truck
Legends never die and the law’s corrupt
Bosses up, sweat and tears are not enough, this cost us blood
All missiles, pistol boom, make ya jaw bristle
Whistle through a hole in the door and make the wall sizzle
x2
Zip the body bags up, call the coroner
Wow! Another body, call the coroner
Oh! Talk to the shotty, call the coroner
Make that shotty talk back, fill ya coffin up
There’s blood in his hands, this wasn’t the plan
When he got into his cousin’s Sedan
Hot as an oven one summer AM, Summer of Sam
Still buzzin’, told his cousin circle back around the hover and scram
Got a problem with my broad he said
Think she’s involved with Fat Paul
I just wanna see if her car’s there
And that’s all, that’s what he said, that was his intent
But he saw her car in the driveway, his vision went sideways
Grabbed the Louisville out the foreign car
Dipped into the backyard where he saw the door ajar, popped in
I’m warnin’ y’all, one day in Florida
Caught him in the [ex] someone call the coroner
You say a sudden reaction
A Tuesday’s love and attachment
Can shift into a backspin
The Wednesday’s fatal attraction
You did it with a baseball bat
And that’s the way that it happened
