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letra de chapo cartel - bleachboys

[verse 1: krisisdead]
just copped me a new gold plated machete
this motherf-cker asked for my caller i.d
i’m gonna deport that b-tch back over the sea
i don’t give a f-ck i take orders from n0body
toting the strap put it down on my lap
tell your b-tch to join, i’ll f-ck her in half
busting a cap
pull it out the burlap
if she try to act
she’ll take a dirt nap
burning your body turn you into ash
fl!cking my wrist feeling all the whiplash
don’t give a f-ck if i live or i crash
all i know is that i still made more cash
getting this green to nearly no ending
33,000 leaked emails i’m sending
don’t execute me, i’m only pretending
corruption so rampant i feel it spreading

[verse 2: advancers]
die for my gang
got a f-cking glock
man, that sh-t gon’ bang
noose on my neck so i’m just gonna hang
blood on the money came back from the bank
c0ke in my lungs and that red in my eye
going all in like i just wanna die
wasted my life on narcotics and vibes, yuh
lay as i drown in the fire and henny
gun keeps on swaying
man, that sh-t is so heavy
aim for your head
pull the trigger so steady
pull up at your crib
n-gga, are you ready?
i don’t give a f-ck, boy you so petty
why you on the wagon?
f-cking fall off and your body be dragging, yuh

[verse 3: izaguirre]
my rapping attack is a vicious technique of bazookas and gats and grenades
unspeakable evil the power of a god and devil inside of my veins
running inside of the pathway that most normal people would think is insane
creating a life of depression and pain
lethal weapon inside of my brain
portrait of deceased madman running without any gang
movement made of bleach and alcohol but dope i’ll never slang
firing missiles toward our enemies like we were pyongyang
i’m just a producer but when i spit it doesn’t feel the same

[verse 4: oxycaution & borderline]
f-ck all the cops
no, i can’t stop
riding around with the glock
(yuh)
f-ck all the pigs then i’m slicing my wrists
all of my enemies bathing in p-ss
nooses are tied
bullets will fly
f-cking with me and you’ll die
(yuh)
chariot of death we will ride
bodies inside
moms of the dead that will cry
cut off your head
my eyes turning red
i’m lazarus back from the dead
(yuh)
head filled with lead
widows with dread
guts of the dead that will spread
(yuh)
i am a demon
i don’t f-ck with reason
the lord has charged me with treason
(aye)
i am the heathen
fill mary with s-m-n
f-ck on your b-tch then i’m leaving
(yuh)
burning in h-ll
my room is my cell
drowning inside of the well
(mm)
the pits i dwell
kiss, steal, then i tell
knot on your head that will swell
(woof)

- bleachboys

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