El Muerto

Aye
Aye
Ima mothafucka with a death wish
Blunt to the face till Im breathless
Told me that she want my dick up in her breast
She wanna fuck
Got my hand on her throat like a necklace

Young and Im brown and Im reckless
Threat to your life, Ima weapon
Bitch, better watch where you steppin
Keep em all guessin
Knife, Smith & Wesson, right to your head, bitch

Bring it back
I be spittin facts
"Where you at?" Rollin with the pack, know they got my back
Bring the racks
Minimum to max
Need a couple tatts on my hand
She said Ima bad boy
Ima sad boy too

Got no mothafucken questions
Ima mothafucka with a deathwish
Got a viral flow like an infection
Te voy a chingar, ni empcieces, guey

All that I touch seem to die at my feet
Skeletons rattle in dungeons they creep
Masses divided, eternal defeat
The pride in the lion's opinion of sheep

Im that mofucka that bring on the pain
Im that mofucka, the fuck is you sayin?
Im that mofucka, make you burst to flames
Yo soy el muerto
That bitch gimme brain

Watch it rain blood
Say sum, bitch
You a lame, cuh
Ding dong ditch
Fuck your fame, bruh
Junkies never quit, we aint the same, cuh
Fuck

Im that mofucka that bring on the pain
Im that mofucka, the fuck is you sayin?
Im that mofucka, make you burst to flames
Im that mofucka thats going insane
(That bitch gimme brain)