Conejo - Sepultura lyrics

It's like, tell me right now As we speak, who the f** I won't bury in this sh** It's no limit, to the damage I can do So line them muthuf**en 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 a**umption, this an eternal war Where you about to be after my fatal a**ault 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 a** horn Ce O Ene es el maestro in this puppet show Homie say it ain't so, is post traumatic With the muthuf**en logic when I bust automatics k**erfornia move when the sh** go down Ese amplified on skante ain't no f**ing 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 sk** 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**en challenge Bring drama, to your section Homie second feloations say I k** 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