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letra de demonic interference - el bandito

[hook]
-scratching-

[verse 1]
yo
i never sleep at night, just complete what i write
when i speak on the mic, commit atrocities, the beast inside
plus evil strikes faster than the grim reapers scythe
besides, don’t need an alibi, my every pocket keeps a nine (yeah!)
believe in crime, i wrote your purpose so well
the side-effects my listeners are smoking sherm to inhale
i capture rappers trap ’em in the 9 circles of h-ll
demonic signatures concealed in scriptures of brail
creating sickle cell, flooding within’ the cortex
clog ya circulative systems, make ya sh-t forfeit
you wanna be more dead? prepare to lose while i improve
shoot you, stuck you in a loop and that’s the honest truth
i bomb the booth while you rehearsing ya lyrics
turn you into a spirit, again i’ll murder ’til you perish
no trace of existence in recorded history or planets time
ya afterlife, a m-ssive crime… mutilate and damage minds
banish rhymes considered too wack for modern ages
authors lazy, stamping f’s on the top of ya pages
receive hate from every cop in the nation
cuz i drop several layers thicker than over 50 acres
not to mention, you hate because i never make amends
so i only perform murder in self-defense
my h-llish attempts are structured with contempt
cuz ya love music group is nothing but feminine men

[hook]
-scratching-

[verse 2]
you had ya one shot, now it’s over for real
you hiding in k city, couldn’t rep ya own street
b-tch please, check ya physique, compared to a beast…
like when tripple-s tried to beat up nehro tariq (hahaha!)
… he used to be a corna bro, but after overdosing
stopped blowing other members through their glory hole (f-ggot!)
b-st-rd exiled back to his mother’s hymen
shelter in v-g-n-l walls claimed he was in a mental asylum
his friends lying, turned they back on him in silence
cuz they all despised him, only wishing him pain and violence
… it’s not a good day when what you want is to be fly
until you realize, you never taken off from the ground
you selling out ya people, then mislead ’em with peace
cashing out ya ego we know you no more than a leech
fall back, preach to ya self, cuz you don’t want beef
can you go one day without criticizing what i eat?
jesus, you vegans, mind your godd-mn business
best to keep your distance, especially in your condition
looks like you adapted the schindler’s list sickness
and ya group suffers from the exact same symptoms
wack f-cks with no lyrical sk!lls to wield
not to mention subject matter, best to keep ya eyes peeled
hobby mc’s, all guaranteed to bleed
black-ops special force sk!lls applied to the field (yeah!)

[hook]
-scratching-

- el bandito

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