(Jason Sounds)

(whispering) Malditos trece, 187, Southside Maloside, Murder,

Fuck Chicano Nation, I'm coming after you, for real, i'm coming after you,

that's right, wacha...



I'm filling up cemeteries

I'm creeping in the shadows lookin scary

Jason mask and my machete

Get ready

For the apocalypse, ur lookin at pure evil

I've done crazier shit than evil knievel

I got my mind on murder

And murder on my mind

I'm the end of time

Dropping these gangsta rhymes

All I see is tombstones

With the letters “R.I.P.”

Rest in piss

That's cuz I never miss my targets

Aim right between your eyes

Don't worry cuz soon you'll die

It'll be quick and painless

I know u hate this

We can settle this in hell

I'll meet you there

But I'm not going to jail

They got no proof

Cuz I'm a professional assassin

No evidence, no prints, no leads, no suspects

It's evident that I'm malevolent

I'm insane

I hear voices in my head telling me what to do

I'm deep in the game

Get to writing your will

Cuz I'm comin after u



[Hook]

(jason sounds)

(whispering)

Die

187

Burn in Hell



I'm the one in ur bad dreams

Nothing is what it seems

Vatos talking about I haven't seen what they seen

You're asking for the red beam

I play for the blue team

A bunch of soldiers ready for battle

Holdin the AK-47's and sawed off shotguns

I don't mind to pop one or two in ur brain

Simon, feel the pain

Forget ur name

Like Seldom Seen said I don't spit game

I spit flames

I'll hunt u down like the season game

Akon has my back so he'll take the blame

I get fame ur still lame 

I got 187's on my record

That's why I'm Ese OG Killa

The straight drug deala

Holdin it down in the 704

Loadin up the fo fo

Keeping a full loaded clip

Homie I'm ready to flip

I'm real intense

I'm serious like if it was my last dance

Like Cassidy I'm chillin in the club in my b-boy stance

U can see the rage in my eyes in just one glance

I might not make it to heaven

If I do can I take my 357?

I don't mind taking anybody's life cuz I don't have guilty conscience



[Hook]

(jason sounds)

(whispering)

Die

187

Burn in Hell



U vatos can just burn in hell

I'm the alpha male

Rollin Wit Malditos

Where we go we control

Where we stand we command

Cuz we're malditos u got to understand

If u can't hang don't bang

I roll wit homies, not phonies

Forget lames, I got great aim

I'll snipe u, from 13 miles away

I'll fight u wit 13 straps my way

U might die today

Grab the black or blue flag

Put it across my face throwin up x3

Don't test me

Brown rag fags get dragged

I know u levas get mad

When I tell the truth 

Ur mamas and daddy get sad

When I get rid of you

None of you niñas have ever seen a real gun

U might as well become catholic nuns

Ya'll are talking about 314??

That's Philly's area code

You're not in New York

I'm in gangsta mode

Fuck you hoes

Southside Maloside Soldados rifando y controlando

Just chillin y rolando los varrios y mantando

Putas that be tripping

Don't let us catch u slipping

When we're gripping

The cuetes and the cuernos

Hit the frenos as soon as we see u pendejos



Simon! Fuck Chicano Nation!



[Hook]

(jason sounds)

(whispering)

Die

187

Burn in Hell