Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
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come with real heat
that travels throughout your town
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That split s the concrete with steps,
rumble the ground
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Death is in the season,
you hear the fallen angels screaming
Waking up in cold sweat,
roofs surrounded by demons
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Flames engulf your house,
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lungs full of black smoke
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It's screaming, structurating pain
as you're burning for trouble
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That's what you get for thinking
Mr. Criminal's a joke
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I soaked the pad with gas,
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lit the match, burned the joint,
threw the roach
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And then the blades lit, homie,
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I came to play, shit
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Paramedics and firemen came,
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they couldn't stay, shit
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Ha -ha, you couldn't take my stopper,
madman
Run it up in your house with C -Max,
demand the cash, man
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With a strap to your fuckin' head
Make any wrong moves,
fix the wrong way
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Blunt it like you're dead,
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that's what you get for
tryin' to be the one
Watch your back, motherfucker,
somethin' wicked is waitin'
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Better lock up your doors,
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turn around and start runnin'
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Somethin' wicked is com in'
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When they talk all loud
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
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Something wicked this
way is coming
Something wicked this
way is coming
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Something wicked this way is coming
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Turn around and start running
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It's coming Padre per dóname
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por los pecados de mi vida
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Mucho marihuana, cocaína,
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cien omovidas
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And I'll steal a tiny one, a pound of tequila
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Still on the calles everyday,
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in the studio with the haters
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And your best believable rider
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is only about the gas
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Got the high power, so Vato's strapped up,
ready to blast
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On my side, somethin' wicked's
comin' in Chevy low -rise
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Got you runnin' from the fire
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that be burnin' from my knife
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One talk from the lanyard,
now I hear the spirits callin'
Screamin' in my fuckin' head
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until my enemy starts to fall
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And that's the reason that I do all
these things that's so tormented
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No repentance,
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motherfuckers catch a dead sentence
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Cause I'm sick and twisted,
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strapped up and vi cious
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Vato's claimin' that they want us
while I'm pissed at their business
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So relentless, attackin' motherfuckers
with a vengeance
Just leave his body mutilated,
different cases, different stench
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Better lock up your doors,
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turn around and start running
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Something wicked is com ing
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When they talk all loud,
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
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Something wicked is way,
it's coming
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Something wicked is way,
it's coming
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Something wicked is way, it's coming
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Turn around and start running
It's coming
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It's the sound of the guillotine
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that's steering your course
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Wanna see me in the secretary,
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I'll be your host
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Like a villain in the army in your city
I'll be runnin' with my vengeance,
strippin' lethals down your blocks
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I'll be floatin' in your cage,
shake your feet
And your dog will live independently
straight
Knowin' the cause of possession,
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you will think you learned the lesson
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Playin' with the Ouija board,
better know what you're doin'
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Or if suicide happens,
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cause the stalker's possumin'
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Just slip pin' into thought,
just when you're speakin' my name
Just say it five times,
if you think it's the game
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I will appear in your mind,
and everywhere that you go
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You will see the stalker
lurkin' out of the shadow
Cause the damage I cause,
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like destruction from hell,
so much chaos they'll be saying
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that's where Lu cifer fell,
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so be on the lookout
before you end up in my dungeon,
Mr. Stylin'
Motherfucker,
something wicked is coming
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You don't know, that I'm behind,
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I speak to the temple,
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it's murder time, studio gangsta
Talkin' shit, this is for you
Levas, eat a dick,
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hear him screamin',
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cause he's about to die, lay the hydro,
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he's underneath my ride,
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50 miles an hour,
draggin' him on his When
I hit the train tracks,
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all I seen was a carcass
Mangled in the rear, haters died
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Feel the fear, just motherfuckers
I'm a mad max in your familia,
your teapots in a trash bag
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Something wicked, homicidal,
fuckin' sickness
Sickness, homicidal, proper flats,
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killer unpredictable
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I'm the reflection in the mirror,
the shadow right beside ya
You best pray to God,
I'll never find ya
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I'm having crazy dreams,
now what the fuck does it mean?
Kickin' back on my team,
with a sack full of green
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I got the hood sewed up,
got them big -ass straps
Who's got the techs,
8ks and 12 gauges on the left?
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You got to watch your back,
try not to snap
Cause I just got out,
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and I ain't tryin' to go back
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But I'm ready for war,
I'll make you lay on the floor
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Just say a prayer to the Lord,
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that I don't come back for more
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These are some crazy times,
we goin' out of our minds
Can't ever rest,
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too many homies are dyin'
Seems there's no one left,
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this fuckin' life is a test
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I keep my head on my shoulders,
tryin' to deal with the stress
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Something wicked is coming,
laugh out your bed or start running
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I pull my queta and dump on a puto,
Outro 1
that's ass cum
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