Conejo - Rest In Piss lyrics

Sabes que Conejo, none of these motherf**ers can f** with us homey All the camaradas gotta bang homey I ain't tripping carnal I'm have to start making examples out of these vatos I set sail on your b**h a** with my armada A pack of barracudas that'll settle for nada Cataclysm, you get cardiac arrest Cuz I exploit your righteous till the b**h give head Antidote, for the anxiety I build The capacity of pain, the genocide surreal Day break brings another atrocity Bullets knock you off your feet from the f**ing velocity Finger-printed, gateway to the system I see holograms of my mother at distance Too many cadavers, I said I gaze in gloom I get a glimpse of the past to hesitate your doom High fidelity through my ghetto plaster I shove a bayonet through your back you ba*tard Your screams loco echo my dreams Deadlocked in my brain for the world to see [Chorus] Vatos claim that they're hard but they ain't hard as me Cuz if I get to spitting there will be no peace Just murders, all across the land Flying bullets never miss, you can rest in piss Vatos claiming that they feel much pain like me But they ain't never been to jail or met the streets like me Just murders, and today you'll hang Rest In Peace motherf**er, cuz you're less of a man Sub-machine guns, I put my foot on the throttle Thunder bold rhymes, take a swig of the bottle Rigamortis, I said I desimate them all Just a vato from the ghetto with a dream to ball I'm a rider and I serenade the streets Let the rotweillers loose on the pin of the beat From childbirth I was consumed with game I was trained for combat, initiated with gangs Barbaric, ese I ain't submissive Anybody wanna cross me it's a head-on collision Conspire, I'll make your a** retire b**h a** raps get caught in the crossfire Pay the ransom, homey don't make a move Cuz I recruited motherf**ers that got nothing to lose Keep them coming and I'll tax that a** You wanna brawl with some gangsters, we're gonna clip that a** [Chorus] I'm in the back of the shack where the cobwebs deep Where if I commit a crime I can rest in sleep I drop a neutron bomb on your nursery rhymes Crimson be the color of my dripping blood It's an epic tale, obsolete be the coke I officiate the omen that you weaklings want Yes I'm jagged, I crack a case of Coronas And ese gets to banging, puts you vatos in comas Now we read every page of my journal My optum on the plot makes the onslide eternal Octagon, eight sides to my fury I'm a fallen angel and my face is dirty Clock work, I be combining components I'm eratic to the point that the feds be knowing Overnight I had them hooked on crack These b**hes got no edicate, they lay on their backs In my juke-box I play them cemetery tunes Obliterate your son, leave you dope fiends in blues I raise the octave to increase the pain I'll put a bone crushing shank through your jugular vein [Chorus] You get a hunder CC's of this china white pure I got a bad, bad temper Trucha para la jura homey Let's get the f** out of here