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letra de ill demonic - el bandito

[verse ]
h-llion cruel, ill demonic spitting logic, impossible…
data and slang coming to banish ya body, it’s comical
lobotomise ya audience, copy’s of men who were real diabolical
probable k!llers optimal top of the food chain
who’s to blame, i be giving you that raw sh-t, that hard sh-t
no one’s authorized to stop this, moshpit
rock it when my knife-blades the guitar pick
ah sh-t, you be taking cover when the glock spit
i block it, absorb the bullets as they p-ssin’ right by
nice try, but your quickness obsolete, tonight you die
cl-ss 5, i’m a warrior with bars that’ll shine
that’ll grind you into bits as i develop new rhymes
cruel prime initiated, demonstrated, elevated
h-llish pagans of hatred, deploying the next phases
temptations of s-x-crazed, demon b-tches
i give into the best tainted and leave ’em with wet faces
before i burst with the stainless to hurt you in ten places
you the worst with the pen makin’ the dirt off your friend satan
a herb in its formation of p-ssy juice ran, fading
my language is automatically translating
fans hating i dissed they favorite rapper on a song
then ask about the song, where did i get it from?
wrong questions yappin ’bout my religious use of a bong
the answers on the beat, it’s where it’s interpreted on
i’ll murder a don in front of his henchmen laughin’
torture you with a razor ’til your vision is blackened
16 bars too immature, i keep continue with rappin’
it happens cuz i always drop sh-t like a menu of laxatives
axes to blend with ya back sagging slowly a bl–dy trail
these h-m-s can go, they need their cuddly bear
they utterly red when i swing my device of suddenly death
have ’em bleeding ’til they m-th-f-ckin’ last d-mn breath
perish with sweat, tears, and fright in they eyes
i know you rap queers on the mic with ya lies
a private jet? homie, i’ll be striking ya flight
the reasons that i all despise you ’til the day i die
i faithfully try, put the b-ss on the rhymes
so tell me m-th-f-cka how the f-ck you gone survive?
we ain’t down to babysit no busta struggling with his lines
we’ll lead you into death to rot eternally alive
when i verbally grind in verbal warfare’s eyes
reprisal of the psycho, yeah those bars were mine
even these scars are mine, call me a rap veteran
sever your neck again, i’m a living weapon experiment
deadly as can be, you weak and living off me
a parasite of meaningless slithering offbeat
i’m a k!ller with a speech to spit meth-amphetamine
and burn you in the lab when i light you up with kerosene
i extort the beat, it’s strippin’ off for instruments
to go in close in and let you know i k!lled your friends
it’s evident, i’m running much more longer than you
the evidence is clear that i’m stronger than you
i’m only stalkin’ ya booth, to target with two…
voices of the d-mned to ultimately harvest you
we are the truth to let you know we honest too
the darkest views and opinions expressed by sincerely
h-llion cruel
i smell you oozing of alcohol, intoxicate ya brain
i helped you douches on the microphone to gain…
the wisdom and knowledge, enduring all the pain
i’m twisted and godsent with fury in my rain
the beast in my mind is awakened every day
i never get to sleep so i’ll never be the same
sane? hey, you don’t know what i tame
fame? lame, you better run away
to ya grave, make sure that’s where you permanently stay
cuz my rage all over to permanently slay…
contenders of rap music, i blast with gat music
mad music to rap fluent and smack douches
my baseball bat do it, for brain data consuming
a war of information, i’m a mutant like rasputin
gats shootin’, deflecting the shiny metal objects
with fast movements, intentions of cash looting
blast truely, proceeding to k!ll is acknowledged
my plan spotted, i’ll take you further than college
’til death will i spit, not a law, it’s a promise
forever leaving m-th-f-ckas so astonished
my ora’s so haunted, it keeps giving traumas
you trippin’ like yo mama but i’m k!llin’ the drama
i spit on real chronic, know i’m still on it
get ripped by the carnage, this is ill demonic
i spit on real chronic, know i’m still on it
get ripped by the carnage, this is ill demonic

- el bandito

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