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letra de the underworld - el bandito

[verse 1]
fanatics of the unknown, supernatural
superst-tion in the modern world, thoughts collateral
unsurp-ssable, i spit forbidden scripts compatible
enough to burn your soul by the speeches from my mandible
when i laugh at you, torment your deepest wishes
simultaneously, i’m erasing your existence
i deliver demise on worlds conquered by the sickness
to put all non-believers into submission
verbs and cursives? i murder your verses
adjectives shattered by this demon emerging
i’ll punch out ya punchlines, your similies nervous
and ya metaphors are simple, and they are certainly…
executed with no mercy if you try to challenge
cus i manage more sk!lls, with immeasurable damage
paragraphs ravaged, enter the madness
imma reach critical levels and kickstart the planet

[hook]
crimes been committed during the night
ask me how
you wonder why
how do you separate truth from a lie?
demons yelling their battle cry
your body starts to swell
now open the gates to the portals of h-ll
close your eyes and look deep within yourself

[verse 2]
i speak satanic slang on ouija boards to summon six’s
open several portals to the underworld instant
paranoid emcee’s sleepin’ with loaded pistols
cus they’ve seen my raps, like pagan smoke signals
open pain receptors when unleashing my hostility
nerve damaging, competing with me lyrically…
is like a sucker tryna put the puzzle altogether
but he can’t get the picture as the retina muscles severed
try elevate up a little bit then die!
when i bust shots, it’s like d-mn!
why’d you have to k!ll ’em like that if they fans
especially if they ran, bandito i don’t understand
they tried to bite the feeding hand so now they truly d-mned
and they gonna wish they never lived at all, it’s no chance
dope raps slither in ya eardrums, hold that…
ya fast lane broke fast, soul so cold, my…

[verse 3]
the stench is unbearable, why did you forsaken me?
i told you h-ll is real so why’d you keep on playing me?
you hating me? vendetta served on all our enemies
so what you sayin’ b? we gotta break free!!
most definitely, k!llin’ any in our path
an oath to rip the illest frickin’ candidates of rap
hold still, absorb the force of every rival on the map
i push my fist inside and pullin’ out they spinal tap
spit automatic like machine gun turrets
deploy to destroy every target’s getting murdered
blackout the spotlights, all you see is gunfire
flashing like lighting back and forth, done trying?
verbal warfare, on a suicide mission
if you think i lost then i utilize my writtens
spreading faster than your propaganda tryna silence
my accomplishments becoming legendary stories, tell your children

- el bandito

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