Mark of the beast - Conejo

Hallucinating

Pitch Fork And Horns

I’m In A Cheap Motel, Slanging Dope And Whores

I Was Torn, From Out The Book Of Death

Muthafuckers Talk Shit I Guillotine They Heads

Delete My Threads I’ll Skip The Meds

Ese Killer From The West

Watch For The Feds

A Pack Of Marlboro Reds

Candy Flip On X

Awoke With A Tech

And Released My Hex

On These Sucka Muthafuckers

Never Seen No Keys

C-O-N Pull A Strap

And The Whole Scene Freeze

Drug Themes

That Be A Junkies Dream

Ideal Clientele

I’ll Make Your Mother A Fiend

White Sheets

Spread Across Them Streets

Enemies Know I’m Fatal

On These Phantom Beats

I Watch And Wait

Like The Brother Caine

The Prophecy Of Caine

Apocalyptic Rain

Mark Of The Beast

On These L.A. Streets

I’m Caught Up In The Mix

But I Gots To Feast

Higher Levels

I’m A Fallen Angel

And I Strangle Muthafuckers

Up In Airplane Hangers

Pentagrams

On The Birds Get Stamped

They Hit Southern Cal

And The Market Get Sacked

All Seeing Eye

G Rabbs Got Heat

Ese Enemies Deplete

He Got The Mark Of The Beast

Walk Through The Flames Of Hell

And Not Get Burned

Ese Find A Muthafucker

Ese Capone E’s A Worm

Ese Armed To The T (eeth)

I Came From Beneath

Ese 33rd Degree

Still A Rotten Seed

It Was Revealed

I Hit The One That Squealed

Rode Off In The Night

Destination Was Real

Then Pealed

His C-A-P For Real

Ese Rappers Wanna Scrap

But They Style Ain’t I’ll

For Example

I’ll Bury All Your Camp

Punk Bitch Wanna Dance

Bullets Come So Fast

And They Knowing

My Murder Game Be Showing

Young Rabbs In The Mood

For Some Hood Destroying

Ese Dead In The Streets

Cause You Had No Heat

I Got 25 Nights

With Out No Sleep

From Cooking Glass

And Counting The Cash

Glock 40 In The Stash

See Lokota And Smash

Mark Of The Beast

On These L.A. Streets

I’m Caught Up In The Mix

But I Gots To Feast

Higher Levels

I’m A Fallen Angel

And I Strangle Muthafuckers

Up In Airplane Hangers

Pentagrams

On The Birds Get Stamped

They Hit Southern Cal

And The Market Get Sacked

All Seeing Eye

G Rabbs Got Heat

Ese Enemies Deplete

He Got The Mark Of The Beast

Mouth And Eyes Sowed Up

It’s Like The Dawn Of The Dead

I Seen An Enemy

I Had Shot In The Head

About 7 Years Back

I Took His Sack

Ese Caught His Ass Slipping

Where His Boys Be At

I Was Mad As Fuck

I Just Wanted Revenge

When It’s On In The Streets

I Just Got To Avenge

It’s Dead End

Harpys Gang I Said

Ese Hallow Point Shells

Is What The Desi Get Fed

Tarot Cards Get Read

A Terror Cell From Hell

A Sign Of The Times

Bring Riots In Jail

Red Horse Mean War

Escalades Get Torn

To Muthafucken Pieces

When The Homies Unload

I Came To Shore

Like A Navy Seal

Ese To Seal Your Death

With My Ancient Skills

And Brand You

So That The Streets Could See

How Muthafuckers Floss

A Fucken Chip Un Seen

Mark Of The Beast

On These L.A. Streets

I’m Caught Up In The Mix

But I Gots To Feast

Higher Levels

I’m A Fallen Angel

And I Strangle Muthafuckers

Up In Airplane Hangers

Pentagrams

On The Birds Get Stamped

They Hit Southern Cal

And The Market Get Sacked

All Seeing Eye

G Rabbs Got Heat

Ese Enemies Deplete

He Got The Mark Of The Beast