I don’t need no fucking judges if I’m not in trial Advocate cover my back, he’s got my number to dial I was fighting; I was trying to be the one to be spoken off Never fronting, never running from the anger of your jokes Words are weapon, and it’s working. You just had to test Don’t wanna hide from it no more, get myself a bulletproof vest Who the fucking best? I wanna let you guess I’m a cursed looking out for the refuge of blessed Watch your back from the south to west From the south to west I don’t hope, I don’t pray, it’s bullshit like you Instead I do my thang, it’s not what you really do You said you’re son of god? So take the devil in Some punishments I’ll show will let your head spin It’s not exactly what I mean, just wanna say hello Just shut your fucking ass, come back to your burrow You’ll see me next day holmes, so gather new snitching But let me gather some revenge to be able to hitcha
Chorus (2 times) I can’t speak no more, I can’t speak no more Welcome to my foes world, here we go Target’s here and - time to blow All your lies and all your truth Como mitos in your hood Odio para los enemigos Es para siempra. Amor latinos.
Don’t wanna know your friend, but I respect your foe Your body’s looking big, but brain still has to grow Them hoes call you my daddy, my black skinned model For me you’re dickhead, your face is toy for my shovel I love my pistol pistol, and I adore to trigga I’m gonna empty my clip, so die before it nigga You ain’t no local Jigga, you’re looking like a strippa I have to go getha, in love with your mamita I heard so many complaints of you, many shitty feedbacks I clean my ass by this bluster that you send on my fax Your ass is cheap like a hoe, don’t fucking touch your ex Cuz rage of words I rap can come out off my tracks I set especial trap in the entrance of your home Cut your balls out boy or your balls will be blown Club is the shelter of yours, city graveyard is mine You can play with my dead men if you wish to die
Chorus I can’t speak no more, I can’t speak no more Welcome to my foes world, here we go Target’s here and - time to blow All your lies and all your truth Como mitos in your hood Odio para los enemigos Es para siempra. Amor latinos.
I got one spot for you to start your new story Pick up your glasses holmes, welcome to crematory No more bullshit of glory and other shit you worry of I’m fucking warrior, killing the body of yours I know you love to snitch, fucking son of bitch You chose the path of the bastard instead of lessons to teach No time to waste on you, I got some tops to reach And don’t forget to thanks me for this beautiful speech