El Guerro
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El Guerro
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In new orleans, murder make you popular
You murder a few people, the women gonna love you
That's crazy, it sounds crazy, it is crazy
But, that's new orleans
Everybody wanna be attached to something
Creeping out the back with my knife tucked
Sharpened up to slash, leave a gash in your fucking guts
Hanging off the bridge, broken limbs, neck broke and crack
Og lil slick, life shit, bury me in black
I'm picking it up and running, steady gunning from all of the fucking 5-0
Gunning, stunning, sonning, I die for my brothers
Better run for cover when I turn to the fucking serpent
Neck jerking, one eye cracked behind the curtain, so fucking worthless
Let it resonate, don't hesitate
Chaos, I create
Born to burn in place
Fix your motherfucking face (yeah)
Got a bitch in the back, got a bitch in the front
One won't stop complaining, the other rolling a blunt
Gold fronts, bitch, I'm shining, driver seat a recliner
Designing life at my fingers
Stunna, baby, big timer, juggle the world in my palm
I palm pilot a storm, I call the locust to swarm, bitch
Coming with a gun and my body, becoming everything I wasn't
Fuck, fucking with the gang, put a bullet in your face
No trace, no chase, leave it, no case
Young Christ, disgrace, six foot grave
Devil songs, demonic praise
In a haze, I think I'm crazed
Spot my prey and then I slay
Hold up, you might get your head knocked off
Riding round town with the chopper
Fuck the law, cocking on a copper
Couple homies tweaking off that flakka
Nose dust white from the cocaine
Running around life with a blown brain
Insane motherfucker, light the butane
Burn it down till it's just ash and flames
Scarecrow, two thirds or lil remains
Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain
Hold up, you might get your head knocked off
Riding round town with a chopper
Fuck the law, cocking on a copper
Couple homies tweaking off that flakka
Nose dust white from the cocaine
Running around life with a blown brain
Insane motherfucker, light the butane
Burn it down till it's just ash and flames
Scarecrow, two thirds or lil remains
Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain
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