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الفرق بيننا الف ميل ميل
بالفن أنا Zorba رح اعمل اجسامن Budha Torma
بعمل بصريخن opera
بشلن بسمي Venemous Cobra
والباقي Fuck بتجاري Thug وتراكي فوق بال

bite motel,
(What a sad motel.)
Lit the lamp on the bedside stand,
I had to junk the tie,
Time to dip into my medical book,
Medicine is my one an' only

Everybody steers clear like my appearance means a cobra's near
Known Venom spitter no it's a killer
Associated with death same as cold is with winter
But none

takes me back
To nights where the world didn't know me
That's facts
That's why I take the Shelby Cobra
On these small town backs
Road to the riches

Something funky for ya

Up at bat it's Master Yoda
My flow bounce ya out the sofa
Not typical average I'm more the
Raw MC King Mic Cobra
KMC is

once Obama runtz filled the blunts
Ashton Kutcher you a punk my rusty tech a piece of junk
I'm George Clinton where the fuck is the funk
Gary Peyton in

of space junk
And it stinks to high heaven
Look, but do not gawk
At its eyestalk
You never
See its body
That's so punk rock
If you're standing in the trash

skeleton is boneless
Disintegrating cobra
A snake I am
I don't know why, wear out my hand
I don't know where the fuck I am
Manic episode keep brain like sand

I make they body shake
Like this was an exorcism
Convulsed
Junk and jive as they feel the rhythm
Like the bass up in the trunk
That bumps
Hitting

Check out the stainless
Steel on the cobra
Tommy Vercetti, my own world
Tommy Vercetti, my
C-coco white,
MC Cully Cull-k
No Coca Cola, I'm sipping

Subscribe, subscribe to me, subscribe for me 
Subscribe, subscribe to me, for eternity 
In spite of the slaughter and habitual junk 
We applauded the style

drive myself
Rather fly myself, most time
Rather be all by myself a party of one
And I'll keep going for as
Long as the arteries pump

Don't start no junk

weglaufen
Dann erzähl mir, was zu weißt über Cobra 6
Über Reizgas, kein Spaß wie sowas schmeckt
Was du weißt über Bullen an deiner Tür
Über Hass und Tod,

Granny Says Kick Yo Black Ass

NWH

Fear of a Black Hat

1994

Yeah suckers it's me 
The tiddly tiddly 'T?'
Servin' up dynamite and 
Strikin' like a cobra at the foot of your bed 

It's over when I leave you