Bandolero

Bust back! fuck that, bust first
What's worse than being cursed with an unquenchable thirst
To return all this anger, this pain, and this hurt
To put these demons where they belong, down in the Earth
Imagine me up to no good
A cruel motherfucker dealing death in your hood
I'd wish a bitch would ever try to break a fly
I will let my razor go to work and give that ass a Colombian necktie
Check my escapades you'll get slayed I'm dealing out death like spades
And they'll find your ass floating, bloating in a remote, corner of the Everglades
Do you got that 9 you better make sure cause I know damn well I've got mine
And I feel just fine about hanging that ass by the neck from a power line
Then you're dying in the worst way
You shoulda knew you were doomed from the 1st day
When the burst from the shotgun unleash the lead spray
Cause I don't give a fuck about these hoes
After I make your ass eat this slug
I'll be at the club
With your blood on my clothes
Anything goes

We all know it's true
I can see right through, you
The ghetto's my grotto
In the land of the bandolero
One flow kills 4 scores or more
The ghetto's my grotto
And live and let die's my motto
In the land of the bandolero

I'll toss your carcass in a chasm
The blast from the magnum turns you into a phantasm
Got mad methods of torture, that go against my culture
Drop you off in the desert and leave you as appetizers for the vultures
It seems as though I'm feinding to hear you screaming
Seeing your body burning got me tossing and turning while I'm dreaming
So come and feel the wrath of this schizophrenic psychopath
Mutilated minds mingling in my aftermath
I'll be off in that ass quicker than you would think
Faster than most can blink hoes be telling me I need a shrink
But I take no heed I'm on some psycho shit because of that weed
I'm treed and making them bleed is guaranteed
Dawg! How many chances are they willing to take
Just thinking about their blood spilling makes my dick hard
Now all I gotta do is discard the remains
Wipe up the bloodstains
And let my nuts hang like criminals
Subliminal messages I send twist your mental

We all know it's true
I can see right through, you
The ghetto's my grotto
In the land of the bandolero
One flow kills 4 scores or more
The ghetto's my grotto
And live and let die's my motto
In the land of the bandolero

Causing nothing but calamities
The casualties amassed in my catastrophes
Got the authorities still after me
I've mastered many methods of murder like a merciless mercenary
I wonder how many corpses can one coroner possibly carry
Critically striking, lopping off arms and legs like a fucking Viking
Killing campers on hiking trips
Blame it on Lions and Tigers and Bears and shit
So quit I'm hitting a lick on a nitwit
To see how much dough I can get from these bitches
And ain't leaving nothing but bowels and blood in their britches
For real though, letting these assholes know right from the get go
I'll be taking no shorts when I flow
And if that don't work there's always the steel toe
Expose your wraps, they're like tricks performing a striptease
The holes in your hands will be identical twins as though they were Siamese
Brother please, how hard do you think it is for me to squeeze
Your chance of dealing with me bout the size of a flea
So what will it be
It's either your life or your sanity
But it don't matter to Free
Cause I'm down with that killing spree to make these suckers see

We all know it's true
I can see right through, you
Ha Ha Ha