Cero Miedo
Yeah, more lower
Yeah, one-two, more lower
One-two, yeah, look, yeah
Yeah, this dummy ask if she can touch the jewelry
Get out my (mit) your man is actin' like a fuckin' stoolie
Bury me in the golden urn I'm The Last Tamuli
Y'all don't really want the fuckin' drama this is not kabuki
I squash fifty-seven y'all while playin' racket ball
Maybe y'all was playin' Dragon Ball and sniffin' Adderall
The cuete little but it splash 'em like a cannon ball
Sanskrit and Mushika Dynasty it canon, all
You play your mother basement while I play the corner
I like a massive body count and have my things in order
I rob Peter to pay Paul just to pay the pauper
I have my Jewish lawyer there so he could gauge the offer
I sent my Costa Rican shooter out the (plug to hellion) (?)
The mic in my face outside the court like Doug Llewelyn
You tryin' to go to war with somebody who Machiavellian
You tryin' to go to war with someone who a black Sicilian
Shots gon' fly-y-y
Ya better get lo-o-ow
Ya wanna ask why-y-y
Ya mama cry no-o-o (Woo!)
Yeah, look, yeah
Divine hands serve the blind man like Lazarillo
Shells coverin' his body like an armadillo
I got some Savatruza bangin' out in amarillo
It's hard to grasp, ahki why you tryin' to pawn my (minnow) (?)
I'll have my lawyer eat the case like he was Bob Shapiro
The axe bloody it'll cut you like a Masahiro
Goretex military how we rock apparel
This a murder archetype that's why I shot the sparrow
We ain't the same ahki, we a different cell type
Goofy's gon' fall for the banana in the tail pipe
Doing 2301 is how you earn your jail stripes
I can smell a rat and mafucker you don't smell right
Them Jack boys lookin' sloppy tryin' to retire Papi
Cause motherfuckers here before you like Passamaquoddy
Every bar is animated like it's Myazaki
Whatever live inside the body die inside the body
Toma!
Shots gon' fly-y-y (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ya better get lo-o-ow (Hijo de puta)
Ya wanna ask why-y-y (Yeah! Stallone, salute)
Ya mama cry no-o-o (Chinaski Black, salute, yeah)
Shots gon' fly-y-y
Ya better get lo-o-ow
Ya wanna ask why-y-y
Ya mama cry no-o-o (Woo!)
Yeah, one-two, more lower
One-two, yeah, look, yeah
Yeah, this dummy ask if she can touch the jewelry
Get out my (mit) your man is actin' like a fuckin' stoolie
Bury me in the golden urn I'm The Last Tamuli
Y'all don't really want the fuckin' drama this is not kabuki
I squash fifty-seven y'all while playin' racket ball
Maybe y'all was playin' Dragon Ball and sniffin' Adderall
The cuete little but it splash 'em like a cannon ball
Sanskrit and Mushika Dynasty it canon, all
You play your mother basement while I play the corner
I like a massive body count and have my things in order
I rob Peter to pay Paul just to pay the pauper
I have my Jewish lawyer there so he could gauge the offer
I sent my Costa Rican shooter out the (plug to hellion) (?)
The mic in my face outside the court like Doug Llewelyn
You tryin' to go to war with somebody who Machiavellian
You tryin' to go to war with someone who a black Sicilian
Shots gon' fly-y-y
Ya better get lo-o-ow
Ya wanna ask why-y-y
Ya mama cry no-o-o (Woo!)
Yeah, look, yeah
Divine hands serve the blind man like Lazarillo
Shells coverin' his body like an armadillo
I got some Savatruza bangin' out in amarillo
It's hard to grasp, ahki why you tryin' to pawn my (minnow) (?)
I'll have my lawyer eat the case like he was Bob Shapiro
The axe bloody it'll cut you like a Masahiro
Goretex military how we rock apparel
This a murder archetype that's why I shot the sparrow
We ain't the same ahki, we a different cell type
Goofy's gon' fall for the banana in the tail pipe
Doing 2301 is how you earn your jail stripes
I can smell a rat and mafucker you don't smell right
Them Jack boys lookin' sloppy tryin' to retire Papi
Cause motherfuckers here before you like Passamaquoddy
Every bar is animated like it's Myazaki
Whatever live inside the body die inside the body
Toma!
Shots gon' fly-y-y (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ya better get lo-o-ow (Hijo de puta)
Ya wanna ask why-y-y (Yeah! Stallone, salute)
Ya mama cry no-o-o (Chinaski Black, salute, yeah)
Shots gon' fly-y-y
Ya better get lo-o-ow
Ya wanna ask why-y-y
Ya mama cry no-o-o (Woo!)
Credits
Writer(s): Eamon Jonathan Doyle, Vincent Luviner, Roy Johannessen
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Jacinto's Praying Mantis
- Blood Bank Affair
- All Are Guests in the House of God
- Tortured in the Name of God's Unconditional Love
- Faith Healer - Single
- Slight Rebellion off Madison - Single
- Rektal Dilation
- Burn Everything That Bears Your Name
- Papi Wardrobe - Single
- Season of the Assassin (Diamante Edition)
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