Letra de ​El Pistolero - mgk

(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' inside, rollin' weed in the fronto, drippin' heavy, wear a poncho

Check 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 rounder 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)

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