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letra de degenerate (50 bars) - el bandito

[intro]
yeah!
yo!

[verse]
man, f-ck ya reloading, my lyrics coded in god-mode
inside this 3-d illusion of barcodes
my bars roast, all ya folks thinkin’ i’m soft flows
unleash my darkness, cover y’all with dark holes
rotating clockwise, turning organs inside out
angels flying south just to hear the righteous shout:
“oh mio dio, è il diavolo!”
my demonic weapons permanently strike you out
the most twisted, the most malicious
the most vicious, with the most terrifying precision
inflicting any bystanders thinking they sicker
turning the most hardcore m-th-f-ckas into victims
witness my demonic possession, truly horrific
i flow sickness to spit with no permission
send in a team of special trained exorcists
sent back severed, several body bags when i wreckon sh-t
straight dismemberment on all these degenerates
violence flows, spit bars of pure penmanship
fight me quickly, and discover no benefits
couldn’t reach me even with a oxygen tank on mount everest
what? do you actually need some evidence?
check ya previous ancestors and relatives
these diabolical powers historically endless, b-tch!
wreaking havoc and chaos even before genesis
morbidly sinister, dark forces malevolence
tremendous unpleasantness, murder so excellent
combined the right elements, defined to the definite
war, death, famine, and pestilence
fire more shots than repet-tive beretta clips
all across the song while injecting the sedatives
execute the track until i’m getting credited
that’s pretty godd-mn impressive kid!
i plan overk!ll, apply gruesome tactics
h-llion cruel blasting, seriously wound ya p-ssion
bruise and bash you, reduce ya to ashes
-ss-ssinate you all, with ruthless madness
a bottomless prison, only the sickest survives
with a pen in my hand, i explicitly describe
my surroundings each day, but god won’t reply
convicted murderous authors with a weaponized mind
don’t spend time regretting, a waste of emotion
murder is pure, survival of the ferocious
leave you broken, i’m constantly in motion
increase my physical strength in a state of psychosis
open up ya skull like a neuro-surgery
and lobotomize the wide awake, with mercury
syringes, tablets, inhuman injustices
but i’m impervious to anti-psychotic substances
el bandito, defying laws of physics
my brains capacity literally has no limits
the holy grail of metaphysical spirits
to burst out the speakers and murder the critics

- el bandito

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