Intro:
 Ha ha ha here we go
 Coka in the [bad word] building
 Ill bill's in here
 We got slaine in here
 Danny boy in here

 Verse 1:

 It's the return of the assassin, I believe in the creed of the greedier
 I'll bash in your skull with guns, I'm deceiving the media
 Look at the web of lies that I keep weaving immediate
 Breathing the weed speeding, I ain't hitting medians either
 [bad word] the Bible, I write my lyrics and read them to Jesus
 Fight with spirits and sleep in a bed with the rifle near it
 I used to smoke angel dust back as a teen
 Copped the bundles in Harlem and sell packs in the Beans
 Rolling in stolen cars, leaving accident scenes
 Crazy Eddie envelope stacked in the back of my jeans
 When you hear you rhyming wonder what has happened to me
 I had a wet brain but I came back spectacularly
 I got a third rail on the train tracks will zap me ?
 That's why I'm just the way I am, this is actually me
 I said the return of the assassin, the assassin is me
 Wipe my [bad word] with hundred dollar bills and laugh at a 
 [bad word] 
 My greed gives me everything , the means to fulfill any dream , ??? , as we [bad word] in this world full of lust and greed (x2)

 Verse 2:

 It's the return of the Cult Leader, I believe in the creed of the greedier
 Final destination like a plane careening and speeding
 Like a demon in my blood stream bleeding anemia
 Better yet I'm even worse than that, speaking leukemia
 Premium goods like overpriced diamonds that cut glass
 Coka without the Cola and the white mustache
 The brand you can [bad word] we high-powered and coked up
 Hole in the head looking like a powdered donut
 Or like ? from the last track and cash stacking up
 Pull out the black Magnum, now your [bad word] is backing up
 I'm in the ? to traffic coka piled higher than the heavens
 I can pile the streets rioting with peasants
 Drinking [bad word] and partying with rock stars
 Throwing molotov [bad word] at cop cars
 I said it's the return of the Cult Leader and Coka Nostra's the crew
 Point the finger over here, we pointing toasters at you

 [bad word] 
 My greed gives me everything , the means to fulfill any dream , ??? , as we [bad word] in this world full of lust and greed (x2)

 Verse 3:
 It's the return of Danny Boy
 La coka nostra , build and destroy all
 Lock it down like a dogs jaw in dog brawl
 We get it all y'all set it on you
 Roll the red carpet over your head and shred it on you
 We men of honor, while most are coldblooded anacondas
 With Invisible bullet codes and transponders
 I see the chem trails, acknowledge everything homie
 But don't trip though, cus god is everything homie
 I came a long way from airports and highways
 I took the wrong way but yo I did it my way
 I took you from the house of pain to the house of Slaine
 Down the road of [bad word] but made it back without going insane
 Thinking one step ahead of these lames
 Same super group homie, we the best in the game
 It's the return of Danny Boy and La Coka Nostra
 Creed of the greedier but I already told ya

 [bad word] 
 My greed gives me everything , the means to fulfill any dream , ??? , as we [bad word] in this world full of lust and greed (x2)

 Outro :

 Phil Donohue: When you see the greed and the concentration of power, did you ever have a moment of doubt about capitalism? And whether greed is a good idea [bad word] on?

 Milton Friedman: Well first of all tell me, is there some society you know that [bad word] on greed? You [bad word] doesn [bad word] on greed? You think China [bad word] on greed? What is greed? Of course none of us are greedy. It's only the other fella who's greedy.