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 them motorcycles
With them double-xs on the back of the vest
And I'm putting 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, on the han show? (Yeah)
Smoking and side rolling weed in the front
Oh, you've been heavy with a punk show
Share the location
We sit in the realm between heaven and hell with a freezer come at a night
There is no room for the devil
My doors like the wings on an angel, they know I'm rolling with Christ (brr)
Adlib got a double meaning
That's a money counter, that's a body counter (paw-paw)
Fairly, I've 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
It's goes 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 theory also from the middle
What a map
Like Minnesota, but it's double low like what a pouring soda
Only it's Ohio, got a million sodas that'll go up for me like a roller coaster
Give a fuck about getting older
If it's war put the door on the casket to give them closer (boom)

Tell all my competition that I love 'em
But 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 stacking
And stacking, and stacking, 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 show dice and on sight, yeah
(Okay) double down, do it twice, bah
(Okay) say in prayers, Jesus Christ, ah
(Okay) est that's for life

Chami, hombre
Será mejor que tenga cuidado con el pistolero
Porque esto es lo que va a pasar siempre

Legend has it I was in my mama's stomach rapping
When they did an ultrasound and saw the cameras (woo)
Theory is somebody from another planet took a captain
When she was pregnant
And she don't know what happened (woo)
I got different blood in me the toxicity hopping
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 for country or punk, I say: Fuck it, do nu-metal (bitch)
I don't worship the devil
That's just what they say when you get on this level (yeah)