Fatal Dream - Conejo

Whats Up Little Homie

You Get In The Barrio?

It’s Now Or Never Ese

Youngster On The Go

Obstructions Of The Mind

I Chose To Persuade

Ese The Hard Fucking Times

Forewarned

But The Warning Is Too Late

Like The Concept Of Time

A Sequence Of Change

Assumptions

That You Can’t Affirm

Enemigas Plead For Mercy

But They Don’t Get Hurt

I Premiere A Whimier

That Gets Me Panicking

That Gots Me Fucking Loco

With My Perro In The Rear

I Approach

With Assortment Of Skills

That Gates Have Been Opened

For The Purpose To Kill

Inagration

I Run My Transactions

Vatos Can’t Function

After All The Interaction

Bombardment

From This Rain Of Terror

The Clouds They Gathered

Ese Demons Battle Angels

At The Gates Of Hell

Vatos Got Booked

And A Simple Mistake

Is All That It Took

There’s Work To Be Done

Expect The Unexpected

In A Matter Of Seconds

I Get Satanic

Diabolic

Ese To The Extreme

I’m Born In To This World

I’m Having Fatal Dreams

They Blocked Off The Area

They’re Ready To Attack

An Alleged 2−11

Is Riding On My Back

I Did Damage

Un Chingo De Jales

La Mera Neta Es

Que All Bitches Rattle

My Descent

Is Of An Aztec Drum

Well Known For The Murders

Of The Calles Up In Los

Operational

Stated From The Top

That Those Who Intrude

Acupuncture Till They Drop

Circumstances

Drove Up To The Condado

Waited For The Chain

I Got To The Estado

Shot A Wila To My Perro

I’m Short To The Can’tón

A Lot Of New Faces

The Homeboy Overdosed

That’s Right

Ese Vine Acabarte

I Bust A Kamikaze

Solo Par Agarrar Te

And According

To The Battles In The Past

My Total Concentration

And A Spell I Would Cast

There’s Work To Be Done

Expect The Unexpected

In A Matter Of Seconds

I Get Satanic

Diabolic

Ese To The Extreme

I’m Born In To This World

I’m Having Fatal Dreams

Did A Little Tiempo

Put A Taca On My Neck

I Seen The Camaradas

I Spoke The Dialect

Had A Brainstorm

Ese Equal To Destruction

I Follow My Orders

To Commence With Corruption

Soy Loco Trix

And Ain’t No Fucking Way

That I’m Going Up To Heaven

I’m Going Right Down

Pass The Gates Of Hell

You’ll See My Placaso

Conejo Was Here

Everything You Heard

About My Barrio Is True

Enemigas Quiren Guerra

Enemigas Catch The Blues

Duplication

So The Murder I Distribute

Y Todo Paniciado

Is The Outcome That I Give You

A Black Magic Women

I Encounter In My Way

Pumping Through My Brain

The Rush Of Cocaine

The Killer From The West

A Rider On The Storm

A Total Eclipse

And My Mind Starts To Form

There’s Work To Be Done

Expect The Unexpected

In A Matter Of Seconds

I Get Satanic

Diabolic

Ese To The Extreme

I’m Born In To This World

I’m Having Fatal Dreams