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letra de murder death kill - el bandito

[intro: lil neekz]
murder!
death!
k!ll!

[verse 1: lil neekz]
the zodiac k!lla, sending letters to the free press
jody miller theseus blow ya body to pieces
normal, immortal formal guy rocking a v neck
smother ya body with honey throw you in a bee’s nest
sing along, or he be dead, like do what neekz says
jack the ripper flow, i blow these streets to pieces
drug deals gone wrong all i see is bl–dy aveezoos
smack him to death his sheets drenched jus like a ski doo
sum sick sh-t four fifth spit, i’m bumping onyx
jim jones kool-aid poison up in the cauldron
rituals, narcotics hand in hand bein honest
sik of all these artists, to me they becoming targets
drinkin sleeman’s american horror story helix
now that charles manson a phantom a known demon
discretion advised, baptized in blood deceiving
hills have eyes no surprise b-tches screaming

[hook: el bandito]
it’s your time (to die)
homicide… you die
it’s your time (to die)
homicide (it’s over)

it’s your time (to die)
homicide… you die
it’s your time (to die)
homicide (it’s over)

[verse 2: el bandito]
i’m here to f-ck ya life up, step in front and die tough
fly up, on the way to heaven like you high enough
music is suitable for ya funeral, saliva crush
whatever hope ya had cus i can still strike ya guts
then i bust, drag you down again, stab you with a fountain pen
landed back on earth, i’ll take this m-th-f-cka out again
… medieval torture methods been perfected, now corrected
to its decibel levels, hit the pressure, spit to wreck ’em
split and sever, cast you into triple-stage darkness
continuous rhymes to spit the sickest, insane content
slit ya neck, you squirting blood… a dead carc-ss
hardcore rap, bring it back, spit that raw sh-t
bodies disposable, so keep that in mind
disappear overnight while ya fam bleeding with cries
believing the lies about a probable overdose
completing my crimes, punch you to a comatose

[hook: el bandito]
it’s your time (to die)
homicide… you die
it’s your time (to die)
homicide (it’s over)

it’s your time (to die)
homicide… you die
it’s your time (to die)
homicide (it’s over)

[verse 3: el bandito]
am i a fallen angel or a demented mercenary?
you f-cked with el bandito and quickly got buried
put the gun to ya face, with a murderous rage
cus reminiscing good times, unfortunately too late
imma laugh in your face, man it’ll only get worse
when i burst in a hurst, put you deep beneath the dirt
el bandito, lil neekz here to truly dominate
increase murder rates at an incredible pace
man, f-ck this rap game, imma tie these suckas up
they were hard on the microphone, but now they f-ckin’ up
chop ’em all up, call it crime of p-ssion
meat cleavers, machetes, and blood leaking axes
… you f-cking has-beens, below average
below feeding on human corpses, below maggots
below anything on the food chain, you can’t win
i’ll even put you below the lost city of atlantis

[hook 2x: el bandito]
it’s your time (to die)
homicide… you die
it’s your time (to die)
homicide (it’s over)

it’s your time (to die)
homicide… you die
it’s your time (to die)
homicide (it’s over)

- el bandito

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