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letra de sur side psychopath - big lokote

[intro]
haha, q’vole m-th-f-ckas
aquí para big lokote
año of the flats
all you levas talking sh-t
f-ck yourselves with an ak, f-cking putas
tattoo ink, conejo, capone
maddglock, snapper
rest in pain
are you scared, f-ck it
don’t run, you’ll be easy to catch
punkass m-th-f-ckers
east f-cking los angeles
k!lla-californ-i-a
cuatro flats nightowls
don’t forget putas
sur side psychopath

[verse 1]
if an enemiga open while he’s still alive
is on my mind
demons are possessing me
and i cannot hide
i’m afraid i might lose control
and commit some murders
laying here, thinking of sh-t n0body’s ever heard of
i saw you, pinche youngster
pero me valе verga
putting in the work
in the hеart of the guerra
you’re gonna be the victim
whose life will i take
after i hit up the wall
with the pinche spray paint
m-th-f-ckers mutilated
straight decapitated
suffering madness, underestimated
i’m starting to have visions
of a f-cking bl–dy mess
a dark room full of guts
and brains from the head
the smell of your sangre
sets this vato off-vato off
looking to k!ll with my f-cking sawed-off
rip out a vatos corra with my f-cking bare hands
cut an enemigas face off
and use it as a mask
rip out your f-cking nails
from your manos and your feet
drag you with the ranfla
up and down the f-cking street
don’t you even trust me
cause you cannot tell
a few [?] for no reason
we send your ass to h-ll
[chorus]
don’t push me to a corner
cause i’ll k!ll everybody
cutting foos in half
with the f-cking mac-90
(etihw dna kcalb ni stihs staht)
(drocer ohcysp ym kcehc)
i’ll hack your pinche cuerpo
with all my f-cking might
don’t push me to a corner
cause i’ll k!ll everybody
cutting foos in half
with the f-cking mac-90
(etihw dna kcalb ni stihs staht)
(drocer ohcysp ym kcehc)
i’ll hack your pinche cuerpo
with all my f-cking might

[verse 2]
lord please forgive me, for the things that i’ve done
in the name of the holy spirit, through father and the son
i’ve been tormented, ever since i was a kid
some times i don’t understand the reason why i live
seeing demons, spirits and gente screaming
hearing voices in my head and i’m not even dreaming
let me try to ease my pain
drinking mezcal and some pinche night train
[verse 3]
having psychopathic nightmares
while i’m standing here
i see hood gente walking and talking
i guess their end is near
i’m living in society like a time bomb
any stupid sh-t you say could set this m-th-f-cker off
reminiscing of a white room
in a psycho home
possessed by demons
came down through the f-cking floor
i don’t have much time
so i have to k!ll again
k!ll again, before i get sent to a ward or the feds
i kidnap a punk rapist
put a mossberg in his ass
pinche caca all over the floor
kicked him in the cara
left the murder scene
f-ck conejo, tattoo ink
m-th-f-cking big fiends

[chorus]
don’t push me to a corner
cause i’ll k!ll everybody
cutting foos in half
with the f-cking mac-90
(etihw dna kcalb ni stihs staht)
(drocer ohcysp ym kcehc)
i’ll hack your pinche cuerpo
with all my f-cking might
don’t push me to a corner
cause i’ll k!ll everybody
cutting foos in half
with the f-cking mac-90
(etihw dna kcalb ni stihs staht)
(drocer ohcysp ym kcehc)
i’ll hack your pinche cuerpo
with all my f-cking might
[verse 4]
i saw una peseta, acting crazy in his ride
in his ride he caught some hollow points to his neck from the side
injecting levas with f-cking hiv
30 [?] 6 f-cking teflon severing the spleen

saw puta enemiga to the bumper of 2 different cars
have the homies punch the gas
till they pull your ass apart
tie your hands behind your back
and throw you in the coffin
n0body’s hear your screaming
you’re in eternal darkness
te garo a machetazos
until my arms are tired
cut you in so many pieces
they can’t identify you
make you swallow broken glass
so you can die slowly
cutting up your insides
punk ass homie homie
if i’m next to anybody
i can’t stop f-cking shaking
i wanna slam em on the ground
till their skulls starts f-cking breaking
every night i go to bed
my cuete i have to hide
i have to hide because i might
have a dream and homicide
n0body comes, around me
because they’re f-cking scared
they say the muertes in my eyes
tells the gente to beware
i’ll just sit in my closet
in the dark and all alone
praying and begging the lord
to please forgive my soul

- big lokote

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