mgk El Pistolero

(Yeah) Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do (Oh my God, RONNY) Yeah, part two Día de la muerte, day of the dead, my eyes seein' red Órale, I hope my enemies ready, I'm takin' machetes up out of the shed TRXs and the motorcycles with them double-Xs on the back of the vest And I'm puttin' hexes so I block the blessings of the ones that's living So their soul never rest (Woo) Welcome to Hotel Diablo (Ayy) In this building, I'm the honcho (Yeah) Smokin' insidе, rollin' weed in the front, 'dro drippin' heavy, wear a poncho Chеck the location, we sit in the realm between heaven and hell Where the freaks'll come out at night There is no room for the devil, my doors like the wings on an angel They know I'm rolling with Christ (Brr) Ad-lib got a double meaning, that's a money counter, that's a body counter (Paw-paw) Fat lip got a double meaning, that's a first rider and a pussy pounder Anything can happen here It look like a pharmacy in the cabinets here Skulls on the chandelier, I bring the demons from Cleveland with me like a cavalier Call up the riders, they come out the horizon like the solar in the desert Like Furiosa from the middle of a map Like Minnesota, but it's double-O like when I'm pouring soda Only it's Ohio, got a million soldiers that'll go up for me like a roller coaster Give a fuck about gettin' older If it's war put the door on the casket to give them closure (Boom) Tell all my competition I don't love 'em I invite 'em over to kill 'em again Tell all the bitches that didn't have faith This is revelation, they gon' pay for they sins What is the limit? The digits keep stackin' and stackin' and stackin' and shit never ends This ain't the sequel, it's really the origin, I'ma take you back to where it begins (Okay) I shoot dice and on sight, yeah (Okay) Double down, do it twice, bah (Okay) Say your prayers, Jesus Christ, ah (Okay) EST, that's for life I'm tellin' y'all, man Será mejor que tenga cuidado con El Pistolero Porque esto e' lo que va a pasar siempre Legend has it, I was in my mama's stomach rappin' when they did an ultrasound and saw the cameras (Woo) Theory is somebody from another planet took her captive when she was pregnant and she don't know what happened (Woo) I got different blood in me, the toxicity high But it ain't from different drugs in me (Uh; woo) Hanging out the roof like I'm bulletproof They send a shot, but it's impossible to put the slugs in me Never been a typical individual, I was always a little cynical My condition was clinical Had a friend that was fictional, that knew I was convincible If I listened, I would grow to be a criminal (Yeah) All I wanted was to be mythical, I was already invisible I need to be invincible, sick of getting beat up in intervals In middle school, I picked a pen up like a weapon And made all my killers printable (Yeah) Every individual that's ever been critical I got a list, I'm making it visual I'm admitting I'm a pathological serial killer Formidable in the untraditional ways to get rid of you (Yeah) Fuck being analytical, I'm unpredictable, asymmetrical No one matching my syllables, I committed lyrical homicide You decide who survived, because I'm the only one alive telling you (Bitch) These the type of raps that you can't reenact with AI (Bitch) I see people mad that I can cross over like AI (Bitch) I can do rap or country or punk, or say "Fuck it, " and do nu-metal (Bitch) I don't worship the devil That's just what they say when you get on this level (Yeah)