Album Name : Gates of Hell
Release Date : 2013-08-21
Song Duration : 3:37
Conejo Sepultura
It's like, tell me right now
As we speak, who the f..ck I won't bury in this shit
It's no limit, to the damage I can do
So line them muthufucken coffins up
As I prepare myself mentally, for the musical
genocide
That's about to take place
Scar face dos
Who you beef with, I know you went through the
dungeon
Lyrically out fitted and that's the way that I
function
No assumption, this an eternal war
Where you about to be after my fatal assault
I brake doom, and I'm in the rain
Ah fraternity of guerra clica all insane
Loc'd out by design, I'm sharp when I shoot
Ese bodies laid out at the end of dispute
Foo you ah rip off, and ah punk ass horn
Ce O Ene es el maestro in this puppet show
Homie say it ain't so, is post traumatic
With the muthufucken logic when I bust automatics
Killerfornia move when the shit go down
Ese amplified on skante ain't no f..cking around
The true fact, of this chenovi
Notorious enemy never slips stay holding
Esta rima, es mi sepultura
Got you stuck on ah disc no matter cuanto dura
Que pasada, you was buried vivo
Ain't no body else around that could hear your
gritos
No agas ruido, I put you seis abajo
Cemetery landscaper's, es mi trabajo
Esta rima, es tu sepultura
C Mac-11 homie always the shooter
Last laugh die slow you ain't 'bout that life
Ese my skill set include hunting knifes
This 9 millimeter is the mask out here
I'm the butcher on the track that make you disappear
Over here, is ah West Side poet
With ah master thesis, and some bottles of moec
I'm lone wolf, and that's my cub
Ese met 'im for explore I gave my boy ah snub
You know the story, about the Harpy's eagles
You tell me what's good with the evil
Nada, that's where you find that balance
Every moment after dappy came ah f..cken challenge
Bring drama, to your section
Homie second feloations say I kill with no question
Bodies drop, from la retro carga
Tonight I'll be slamming mix it white no carga
Esta rima, es mi sepultura
Got you stuck on ah disc no matter cuanto dura
Que pasada, you was buried vivo
Ain't no body else around that could hear your
gritos
No agas ruido, I put you seis abajo
Cemetery landscaper's, es mi trabajo
Esta rima, es tu sepultura
C Mac-11 homie always the shooter
Hands down, dopest that ever done it
You know, things happen for ah reason
I'm focused, remind me
With the Mac-11 squeezing, yeah
Bandido, estos vatos no entienden
Spiritual experience, life and direct
From the city of the fallen angels