Drop Dead - El Bandito

I suppose it’s time, to vocalize the rhymes

El Bandito roast the mic just to open up ya eyes

Approach 'em fore I strike with more provoking sounds

Than being paralyzed, awake, on a cold night

Not to mention psychotic paranoia in your head

Plus the fact the whole world wants you dead

Demented Mercenaries, military weapons thread

Equipped with thermal goggles seeing infra-red

Eradicate the wack emcee’s the fuck out the industry

Beneath nautical miles, deeper than the fishes sleep

I have all eternity, spit for infinity

To rip shit astrophysically, a high probability

I’m ready for war, a hellion to the core

We rep Demented Music, with plenty more

16 bars, I should at least get a twenty-four

When I digest emcee’s ten times the pace of yours

There ain’t no way to get up at all, it’s too late

Dismembered on the table for Hellion Cruel’s plate

Produce pain, like nerve centers full capacity…

You won’t gain anything but death when you battle me

Don’t try, put the mic back in its box

Tell the world officially that you are gonna stop

Cus when you drop dead I will visit you often

And I’ll piss on your grave to show you that you’re not forgotten

Ayo, I snap you in half so fast you won’t react

Permanently bend your vision down like a hunchback

Ladies keep blow me while recording the track

And I’ll tear shit up like fuck a bitch in the ass

I rock the beat while you get rocked by mc’s

To sign for a 5-year mixtape record deal

Haha… You wondered why you never made, for real

You buying beats that El Bandito murdered last week

Incredible horrors, morbid, my force sick

Tryna reach up to me, only steppin' in horse shit

I enforce more lyrics to storm all buildings

Commence raw torture, they mourn over slaughtered spirits

I’m eternally, spittin' my flows

Only everlasting death, your extinction of hope

I’ll pull out ya organs with my fist in ya throat

Hit your high notes, I’ll shove my dick in ya soul

There ain’t no way to get up at all, it’s too late

Dismembered on the table for Hellion Cruel’s plate

Produce pain, like nerve centers full capacity…

You won’t gain anything but death when you battle me

Don’t try, put the mic back in its box

Tell the world officially that you are gonna stop

Cus when you drop dead I will visit you often

And I’ll piss on your grave to show you that your not forgotten