The Big Sleep

2011 Coffin Syrup Intro:

- The Big Sleep, what a picture that will make
- Mind if I look at it? Huh... Sometimes I wonder what strange fate brought me out of the storm from that house that stood alone in the shadows, since I probed into its mysteries every clue told me a different story, each had the same ending, murder, every instinct wanted me to beware that somethin' more dangerous, more deadlier than I ever known before was in that room, and suddenly...
- I like that, I'd like more... That's even better

[Hook: Goretex (x2)]
One time for sharp cats, killing so biblical
There's two ghettos, one in the mind, the other physical
The big sleep, put you in line with thugs spiritual
From pyramids to projects, sex and drug criminals

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Spit the hype shit, bloody knife shit, I break out with six pound rounds, hundred miles running like I'm a flight risk
Facing the judge for lacing drugs, base in the chlorine
Making the news, channel two, rocking the Venom long sleeve
Media bugs, fed her three pills and it was all hugs
Subpeonas popping, knocking Henny back until we all buzzed
A new religion, peep the screen play, I play the stoned villain
I stay strapped like like I'm holding Tefillin
Another slab of shit talk, another king of New York
Another bag smoked, Uncle Howie do the Crip Walk
We're being watched, I know it's old news, I'm thinking it too
Even my shrink said I'm OK, I guess he's in on it too

[Hook: Goretex (x2)]

[Verse 2: Goretex]
Lucky stiff, I was rocking ice down on my bris
Pumping shit out of Canarsie delis, jelly and fish
Used to pull gats with cops on it, now the block want it
Non Phixion, we the reason you rhyme and survive on it
Dump in your mouth, we bare back pumping your spouse
I never pull out, there's no disease of cancer of mouth
The most anticipated with the shortest lifespan
With enough quotes of coke, I got Andy Dick as a hype man
I'm a known cannibal, my freezer stink like it's broke
And I'm worse than Jeffery, the preference for Vietnamese folks
You like big pussy knocked off and left in the street
Cracking dutches in your casket where they bury the weak
I got a black six with rims that cost more than your crib
I got a black bitch with chrome nipples, stories I live
Ready dipped blunts, heavy metal pumping through chumps
I keep it gully like I'm having an old friend for lunch

[Hook: Goretex (x2)]