Conejo - I'm The Wrong Idividual | Текст песни

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Verse 1:
Dog I Settle Disputes
With A Felony Shooting
The 25 Lowered
Was All My Doing
You Devised A Plan
To Politic Against
The Crime Novelist
From The Fucken West
Minister Of Defense
Metaphorically Spoken
Ese In The War Room
With My Soldiers Toking
This The Order
From a Oz. To A Quarter
And Its The Same Recipe
Baking Soda And Water
Demonic Forces
Satanic Vengeance
Carefully Screened
We Surrounded By Masons
The Seance Occult
Nazi Death Camp Boy
Ese Get The Icepick
If He a Rat Destroy
My Mythic Status
Is A Piece Of The Puzzle
It A Perilous Time
And I Don't Dread The Hustle
The Drums Of War
Reach A Fervor Pitch
Ese Blood Boil Hate
And Paybacks A Bitch

Chorus:
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit

Verse 2:
Doped Up To The End
Mystical Traditions
Devilish Visions
Drug Czar Come Vicious
Rabbi C-O-N
Clearly Demonstrates
That He Don't Fuck Around
He Just Formulate
Grenade Propelled
Demons Enter My Temple
A Muthafucken G
I'm The Bill Collector
So Fuck Your Pack
You A Bunch Of Rats
I Mutilate The Beat
Pass The Doja Sack
Got A Hold Of 40 Birds
And They Flocked Together
So Me And The Crew
We Stay Counting That Cheddar
The Chaos In The City
Conflict Of Ages
Break Out Of Cages
L.A. Times Front Pages
So Face It
Hooded Priest Just Laced It
Seen The Fucken Dragon
And Began To Chase It
So Beware Muthafucker
When I Cometh I'm Evil
Hidden Away
I Draw The Desert Eagle

Chorus:
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit

Verse 3:
My Chemical Romance
Enhance My Thoughts
Ak-47's Hand Grenades
And Glocks
Bus Stops
Catch The Enemy Slipping
Homies Jump Out
And Give His Ass A Whipping
We Stay Flipping
Enemigas Is Dying
And Everybody Know
That You Bitches Is Lying
Clock Ticking
Safe Locks I'm Picking
Times Is Shifting
So The Foe We Blitzing
I'm Itching
You Know To Squeeze The Trigger
Ese Wicked Ass Fool
Some Call Me A Sinner
Death Bringer
Heroin And Snow
Ese Muthafucken Rabbit
With Narcotic Flows
Spells Casted
And The Darkness Shed
Slit His Throat
Till It Was Crimson Red
In The Wake Of A Leak
I'm A Draw My Heat
With A Sinister Urge
To Kill His Ass In The Street

Chorus:
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit
I'm The Wrong Individual
To Be Fucking With
Ese Run Your Mouth
And Your Throat Get Slit


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