el bandito - it's too late lyrics
[intro]
there comes a time in everybody’s life…
when you have to… f-ck it!
just turn up the volume, and let me k!ll this sh-t!
[verse 1]
i get a dope track going offense like a stick-up
f-ck pc culture, suck a d-ck and hick up
no autotune flow, no wildin’ in pink
punch a h-m- in his face for tryna buy me a drink
i throw his pills after him, you d-mn punk…
(it’s 2018) so what? i don’t give a f-ck
f-ck the nonsense too, you mindless consumers…
gone respect the shooters when i sever your computers
cops ain’t taking me alive like william cooper
i’m twisted and complex like god’s sense of humor
truly psychotic ent-ty for centuries
if enemies got b-lls to mention me, expect to be…
screaming by medieval torture methods for they sins
while they hanging by the hooks implanted deep inside their skin
[hook: 2x]
i see you
going through
a lot of sh-t now
icu
send ’em through
it’s too late to fix now
[verse 2]
ya rainbow flows needs to f-ck off this stage show
because your m-th-f-cking record label is a g-y joke
tryna start sh-t with me like i’m cool with it
your mind useless, paranoid lunatic
f-ck y’all, i ain’t got beef with sammaliz
we independent majors, haters mad as sh-t
but this other f-cker tryna strike my bro
battle yourself, commit suicide and die slow
surgical lobotomy, no anesthetics
obviously, too late to call the paramedics
was looking for creativity inside of that b-tch
but the problem was this, we couldn’t find sh-t
so we severed the rest of his head to put it in a blender
10 second countdown, give you something to remember
[hook: 2x]
i see you
going through
a lot of sh-t now
icu
send ’em through
it’s too late to fix now
[verse 3]
calling out b-tch -sses, and f-ggot -ss b-tches
and suicidal junkies that can’t handle they business
talkin’ smack, you get smacked down with the whole biscuit
if you really wanna battle, best to say ya last wishes
i wasn’t even planning another bandito town
but now this m-th-f-cka really wanna piece of the crown
you dodged a bullet, people asking surely how?
but for ya racist remarks, it ain’t me you gotta worry ’bout
(don’t apologize to me!)
i’ll easily shut ya tapes down
just think about that for ya next mental breakdown
you brought a spoon, to a fight with steak knives
while i brought guns and bazookas, that actually take lives
you done seriously f-cked up
even bill duke had you like: you know you done f-cked up?
[hook: 2x]
i see you
going through
a lot of sh-t now
icu
send ’em through
it’s too late to fix now
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