letra de tons of blood - el bandito
[verse 1]
my fist knocks you out like a duracell battery
i spit flames, encourage h-ll’s battle scene
i laugh at thee, little suckas wanna challenge me
nothing to prove, cuz i murder those who battle me
savagely, i’m on another different level
the triple six rebels, we k!llas and devils
still toting metal, belligerent state of mind
placing the rhymes on the beat to take the lives…
of anybody wanna interfere with a psycho rippa’
long distance takeover, call me the sniper spitta’
my prime precision split a cranium from the body
with only 1 rifle round, unlike a shotty
i’m probably the best yet, every slug confirms my rhymes
wanna try? f-ck ya lies, we keep on hunting you down
over-active saliva production, i’m bustin’ you blind
so all these m-th-f-ckas need to step up just to die
[hook 2x]
mothaf-ck you punk, you know you ain’t a thug
you know you f-ck around with us there gone be tons of blood
he’s going to h-ll, yeah i just cursed him
you know your f-ckin’ with the wrong person, b-tch!
[verse 2]
tons of blood flooding the streets, my gun is released
style jackers get slaughtered, i’m never done with the beef
so now i run from police just to lead ’em to they death
succeeded the test after they flee from the lead
breathe ya last breath, we taking over this game
on an intellectual level, replacing you lames
with exceptional spitters and rippers, draining ya fame
i’m a professional k!ller, my smoking is blazin’ with pain
that i possess, now, turning the tables to murder ya fables
i’m burning ya paper, alerting ya label
it’s ’bout ta’ get ugly when we be storming in ya crib
k!ll ya kids, take ya b-tch, we be moving out quick
i stay on the topic, you others need to stop it
drop it m-th-f-cka you ain’t rocking a moshpit
eject a bullet on me? i block it ‘for i stop it
then insert it in my pistol ‘for i finally pop it
[hook 2x]
mothaf-ck you punk, you know you ain’t a thug
you know you f-ck around with us there gone be tons of blood
he’s going to h-ll, yeah i just cursed him
you know your f-ckin’ with the wrong person, b-tch!
[verse 3]
you don’t wanna get involved with a psycho’s revenge
it’s time to end this torment, got the mic in my hand
bout ta’ strike you again with lead filling ya makeup
you fake thugs, scram, we know you only play tough
i place slugs inside you, realize you’ll die soon
the exquisite pain enters to end ya lies too
my interception puts ya paranoia to its limits
corpse-looking complexion means you’re already finished
already diminished like bad luck for usual winners
i’m bruising the rhythm, a musically sinner…
spitting for his life, tryna justify the errors
he gladly paid the price only to put his trust in terror
chedda? neva’, this was ’bout paying homage to god
absorbing the light, put in knowledge in bars
wich was worth dying for, cuz life is just a test
a bl–dy mess every second someone dies in the flesh
[hook 2x]
mothaf-ck you punk, you know you ain’t a thug
you know you f-ck around with us there gone be tons of blood
he’s going to h-ll, yeah i just cursed him
you know your f-ckin’ with the wrong person, b-tch!
[outro]
tons of blood…
hope you m-th-f-ckas ready for this sh-t
cuz i’m collecting taxes right now!
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