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Do you think I fucking care about this bitchy world?
Living in this shit-hole that has been already fucked and sold
Fags and coke is too regular for me, give me something more
I can live my shit up, dressed up in fucking north pole
Ain't I a stinker? What's up, doc? Are you talking to me? You know what, I ain't Bugs Bunny, it's all about the money
Gimme some dough, I'm in dope, and I got something to rhyme
Name it, big explosions, guns, anything against the G crime
I'm a gangster, thug, I'm family with the knife
Betray me, motherfucker, now start running for your life
I have my crew look a different through, you'll get it when you're through
Bloodstains, take credit, I like to clean it with my brew
You can hit the floor cause my flow is hot like your brother's whore
Encore, hit you like M4, some C4, pass the tempo
I voted for Al Gore, processors are shit, dualcore, fuck this, bring it, bitch

El Sangre:

El Sangre es crudeza, yo disparo tu cabeza
Sangre por la dresser, off your sweater, only better if I used la escopeta
Adora tu alteza, soy el rey del braveza
Without a gun, estamos nada
They'll be running rápitada
Tied up with thread, with a firm bullet in his head
Yes, that's what I said, their lives rely on street cred
On the streets with no doctors, no meds, no feds, no beds
Just leaking reds in their fucking sheds

It ain't easy against this guy with this armoured shield and face
He's pushing through your streets while others are rioting in the place
You end up taking a nightstick right in the fucking face
Cause in the end, all it is, is about the fucking blood taste

Fuckers getting slaughtered daily, daughters getting bought like Baileys
Drivebys happening, he's crying and we'll laugh at him
Tap him and slap him, he's woken up, now batter him
You hide from every car in case it's the fucking drug rey
You wake up and can't believe you're still breathing in this violent city

Hay guerras de drogas que terminan nuestro casa
Esas guerras me tocan y matan nuestro raza
La gente abberante son sólo un estudante

Baila conmigo en el fuego del fin de nuestro mundo
Hacemos mueves nueves, menarse como sólo uno
El Imperio yo estoy, tu amor no tienes, lo doy
Nunca puedes saber que van a hacer o que yo soy
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