King Rico

Lock and load

Duck down

When you hear the sound of one hundred rounds tear your house to the ground

Thats how they are getting down downtown

Were killing over color and were heaven sent and hell bound



Father wasnt around to beat me down

So Im 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

Theyre dying so young where I come from

Its 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

Its so damn dark out here

Hailstones blot out the sun



Bodies, buried atop on another

Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers



Theyre 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 weve become



Bodies, buried atop one another

Cutters, keep on hacking up my brothers
[ RICO Lyrics ]