El Guerro

Scrim

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    In new orleans, murder make you popular
    You murder a few people, the women gonna love you
    That's crazy, it sounds crazy, it is crazy
    But, that's new orleans
    Everybody wanna be attached to something

    Creeping out the back with my knife tucked
    Sharpened up to slash, leave a gash in your fucking guts
    Hanging off the bridge, broken limbs, neck broke and crack
    Og lil slick, life shit, bury me in black
    I'm picking it up and running, steady gunning from all of the fucking 5-0
    Gunning, stunning, sonning, I die for my brothers
    Better run for cover when I turn to the fucking serpent
    Neck jerking, one eye cracked behind the curtain, so fucking worthless
    Let it resonate, don't hesitate

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    Chaos, I create
    Born to burn in place
    Fix your motherfucking face (yeah)
    Got a bitch in the back, got a bitch in the front
    One won't stop complaining, the other rolling a blunt
    Gold fronts, bitch, I'm shining, driver seat a recliner
    Designing life at my fingers
    Stunna, baby, big timer, juggle the world in my palm
    I palm pilot a storm, I call the locust to swarm, bitch
    Coming with a gun and my body, becoming everything I wasn't
    Fuck, fucking with the gang, put a bullet in your face
    No trace, no chase, leave it, no case
    Young Christ, disgrace, six foot grave
    Devil songs, demonic praise
    In a haze, I think I'm crazed
    Spot my prey and then I slay

    Hold up, you might get your head knocked off
    Riding round town with the chopper
    Fuck the law, cocking on a copper
    Couple homies tweaking off that flakka
    Nose dust white from the cocaine
    Running around life with a blown brain
    Insane motherfucker, light the butane
    Burn it down till it's just ash and flames
    Scarecrow, two thirds or lil remains
    Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain

    Hold up, you might get your head knocked off
    Riding round town with a chopper
    Fuck the law, cocking on a copper
    Couple homies tweaking off that flakka
    Nose dust white from the cocaine
    Running around life with a blown brain
    Insane motherfucker, light the butane
    Burn it down till it's just ash and flames
    Scarecrow, two thirds or lil remains
    Leave his organs in the tub, blood in the drain

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