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letra de nocturnal verses - el bandito

[verse 1]
contagious, infectious, the darkness infected
perfected, connected, to test this on skeptics
detected, i’m ’bout to leave no clues for the detectives
just several perspectives of your bl–dy complexion
session, a k!ller spree initiated quick
anarchy shall rise, i’m on some innovative sh-t
as i burn my every clip, to murder every pr-ck
all trapped in nocturnal verses that i spit
frequently homicides, i’ll do this sh-t anyday
i was prepared for you motherf-ckers anyways
many days p-ssed, i rap to slaughter decibels
immeasurable syllables on bars to set the sh-t
the flow so tight like a fo-fo strikes
in the middle of ya village, it’s a cold cold night
this psycho might grab yo life
an eye for an eye this the track where you die!

[hook x2]
burn you alive, imma murder ya life
and take you m-th-f-ckas to the point of demise
we down to ride on you weak other suckers on the mic
yo, tell ’em what it is, i came to empty all my clips

[verse 2]
the microphone fiend, activated to spit
the alcohol, greens, i’m enabled to flip
rest -ssure i’ll do whatever just to aggravate the sh-t
the souls in ya head so decapitation’s quick
see i put the pump shotty above ya body
shotgun silencer, no wonder they ain’t caught me
probably the most efficient and sickest on the rhythm
to hit ’em like adrenaline flows inside the bloodstream
must be, el bandito the lethal chemical substance
ruptures ya insides, they thought i was bluffin’
trust me… i’m poetically hustling
everyday’s the same, these inferiors bussin?
f-ck ’em, i slash they veins, increasing the pain
i’m so sick, i put diseases in shame
comp-ssionate? i’m inconsiderate, spit k!ller sh-t
with a wicked twist, telepathy splitting ya ligaments

[verse 3]
burn you alive with a rhyme i’ve combined
to ultimately damage with a m-th-f-ckin line
in my prime like always, i’ve painted my war face
h-llish scriptures leave you endangered, my war games
can harm sp-ce, i’m making cash on your death
you ain’t breaking no necks, you just rapping for checks
you a maggot in the flesh, a pacifist that rep…
hip-hop don’t need you, f-cking f-ggots in a dress
i splatter the mess, intestines infesting
the walls of creativity, take this as a lesson
drench ’em and drown ’em in they own pool of blood
to prove that i bust mics to k!ll foolish thugs
provoke when i spit, you can’t cope with my fist
a bl–dy murder scene when i’m focused to rip
look, a solar eclipse, and i’m loaded with clips
don’t underestimate my high when i’m smokin’ my sh-t

[hook 2x]
burn you alive, imma murder ya life
and take you m-th-f-ckas to the point of demise
we down to ride on you weak other suckers on the mic
yo, tell ’em what it is, i came to empty all my clips

- el bandito

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