C.T.A The Cobra Terror Alience
Im about to do some professional tracks with a friend of mine which will be uploaded for your enjoyment if you enjoy em.
**Most songs in my music will eventually be redone some time**.
Lyrics
This song is of all the devistation I felt
I feel the pain of everyday and how it amounts,
I felt the change in em all, back to havin a change of heart,
shit, Id rather and part with than fuckin with lust,
Id rather loved once and lost then never loved someone at all
then never gettin the chance, yet you wouldent understand it
sometimes Im wonderin how I seem to manage,
in a life so percisely doused and is banaged in this pain
and this game its tearin me to peices,
I dont dare let it defeate me I refuse to decease
theres only one thing in this world that can help me release
and beleve it from me that you aint ready to see, such a site so delitefull
that both ya eyes get so high from the site,
that you be thinkin you died couse you aint feelin alive,
its like a spearitual merical happin right before your eyes,
and you wouldent beleve it, you expect it to releave you but you cant even see it
so ya better get ya best vest couse you gonna need it
and dont forget I said it couse I aint gonna repete it
fuck bein the decever, Id rather be the leader,
turn ya family to a tragity then ask you how it feels,
when Im arivein at ya crib steady cockin back the steel
you be bouncein over the couch, shots be peltin your mouth
with the amount of blood you lost you'll be dead without a sound
your souls leavin your body before you even hit the ground
Ima serial killer, I done lost my count
I get so many fuck yous in one day, its crazy
big grin on my face, an 8 inch dick on my waist
Im the elimet to the bases of mankind alive
armed robbery, could be charged with out trial
the fuck if I go to jail,I want a couple mill *worse*
I hand em the bag and in 5 seconds its filled *word*
we out the double doors to the getaway vehical
we ride off fired up and rich as shit,
splitin bills up down the middle and drunk a bit
but on the real, damnit I cant help the way feel
Im bombin with ominis concotions so sick,
that, all oxigen is now poisened with glock smoke
I bury you alive in a coffen to rot in the box forever locked in
I aint gonna stop, Im runnin on adrenalin like inhalin nas hits
my perdiction of the future is you'll be on my dick
weather you want it or not, you'll suck untill it makes you sick
couse yous a bitch, so dont ever forget it, just keep on the lickin
then Ima Ill verbaly stick it in, yea Im sick and twisted,
