el bandito - drop dead lyrics
[verse 1]
i suppose it’s time, to vocalize the rhymes
el bandito roast the mic just to open up ya eyes
approach ’em fore i strike with more provoking sounds
than being paralyzed, awake, on a cold night
not to mention psychotic paranoia in your head
plus the fact the whole world wants you dead
demented mercenaries, military weapons thread
equipped with thermal goggles seeing infra-red
eradicate the wack emcee’s the f-ck out the industry
beneath nautical miles, deeper than the fishes sleep
i have all eternity, spit for infinity
to rip sh-t astrophysically, a high probability
i’m ready for war, a h-llion to the core
we rep demented music, with plenty more
16 bars, i should at least get a twenty-four
when i digest emcee’s ten times the pace of yours
[hook]
there ain’t no way to get up at all, it’s too late
dismembered on the table for h-llion cruel’s plate
produce pain, like nerve centers full capacity…
you won’t gain anything but death when you battle me
don’t try, put the mic back in its box
tell the world officially that you are gonna stop
cus when you drop dead i will visit you often
and i’ll p-ss on your grave to show you that you’re not forgotten
[verse 2]
ayo, i snap you in half so fast you won’t react
permanently bend your vision down like a hunchback
ladies keep blow me while recording the track
and i’ll tear sh-t up like f-ck a b-tch in the -ss
i rock the beat while you get rocked by mc’s
to sign for a 5-year mixtape record deal
haha… you wondered why you never made, for real
you buying beats that el bandito murdered last week
incredible horrors, morbid, my force sick
tryna reach up to me, only steppin’ in horse sh-t
i enforce more lyrics to storm all buildings
commence raw torture, they mourn over slaughtered spirits
i’m eternally, spittin’ my flows
only everlasting death, your extinction of hope
i’ll pull out ya organs with my fist in ya throat
hit your high notes, i’ll shove my d-ck in ya soul
[hook]
there ain’t no way to get up at all, it’s too late
dismembered on the table for h-llion cruel’s plate
produce pain, like nerve centers full capacity…
you won’t gain anything but death when you battle me
don’t try, put the mic back in its box
tell the world officially that you are gonna stop
cus when you drop dead i will visit you often
and i’ll p-ss on your grave to show you that your not forgotten
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