Conejo

Conejo - Rest in Piss songtekst

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Sabes que Conejo, none of these motherfuckers can fuck with us homey

All the camaradas gotta bang homey

I ain't tripping carnal

I'm have to start making examples out of these vatos



I set sail on your bitch ass with my armada

A pack of barracudas that'll settle for nada

Cataclysm, you get cardiac arrest

Cuz I exploit your righteous till the bitch give head

Antidote, for the anxiety I build

The capacity of pain, the genocide surreal

Day break brings another atrocity

Bullets knock you off your feet from the fucking velocity

Finger-printed, gateway to the system

I see holograms of my mother at distance

Too many cadavers, I said I gaze in gloom

I get a glimpse of the past to hesitate your doom

High fidelity through my ghetto plaster

I shove a bayonet through your back you bastard

Your screams loco echo my dreams

Deadlocked in my brain for the world to see



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Vatos claim that they're hard but they ain't hard as me

Cuz if I get to spitting there will be no peace

Just murders, all across the land

Flying bullets never miss, you can rest in piss

Vatos claiming that they feel much pain like me

But they ain't never been to jail or met the streets like me

Just murders, and today you'll hang

Rest In Peace motherfucker, cuz you're less of a man



Sub-machine guns, I put my foot on the throttle

Thunder bold rhymes, take a swig of the bottle

Rigamortis, I said I desimate them all

Just a vato from the ghetto with a dream to ball

I'm a rider and I serenade the streets

Let the rotweillers loose on the pin of the beat

From childbirth I was consumed with game

I was trained for combat, initiated with gangs

Barbaric, ese I ain't submissive

Anybody wanna cross me it's a head-on collision

Conspire, I'll make your ass retire

Bitch ass raps get caught in the crossfire

Pay the ransom, homey don't make a move

Cuz I recruited motherfuckers that got nothing to lose

Keep them coming and I'll tax that ass

You wanna brawl with some gangsters, we're gonna clip that ass



[Chorus]



I'm in the back of the shack where the cobwebs deep

Where if I commit a crime I can rest in sleep

I drop a neutron bomb on your nursery rhymes

Crimson be the color of my dripping blood

It's an epic tale, obsolete be the coke

I officiate the omen that you weaklings want

Yes I'm jagged, I crack a case of Coronas

And ese gets to banging, puts you vatos in comas

Now we read every page of my journal

My optum on the plot makes the onslide eternal

Octagon, eight sides to my fury

I'm a fallen angel and my face is dirty

Clock work, I be combining components

I'm eratic to the point that the feds be knowing

Overnight I had them hooked on crack

These bitches got no edicate, they lay on their backs

In my juke-box I play them cemetery tunes

Obliterate your son, leave you dope fiends in blues

I raise the octave to increase the pain

I'll put a bone crushing shank through your jugular vein



[Chorus]



You get a hunder CC's of this china white pure

I got a bad, bad temper

Trucha para la jura homey

Let's get the fuck out of here
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