Trankilikilon

Up
I'm going up, son, don't you see?
Son, don't you see?
I'm chillaxing, in hip hop I annihilate you
Gallons of the tough stuff when I mutilate with my stealth

Up
I'm going up, son, don't you see?
Son, don't you see?
I'm chillaxing, in hip hop I annihilate you
Gallons of the tough stuff when I mutilate with my stealth
Let me show you how it's done, bro
I stop machin

I really like those
Let's go, bring that thing to the table
I want to see how you get this out
I want to see how you kneel and pray

Don't mess around, they hit hard
They peel all your skin
Improvising leaves them all clueless
No one in the game, she carries her weight

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They already know I do it like the rappers
Before you grab her for kisses
Your b*tch already gave me some kisses on the balls

I don't know how you do the numbers, dude, if you hit like a coward
The last ones are the first
And I've been three years without confinement
In the hill all my dogs
Know that I risk it like a dog
And that I was chipping stones
Now I have a hole ready for your burial

But I'm alive, my dog
Swallowing dirt
Kicking like a drowning man

Up
I'm going up, son, don't you see?
Son, don't you see?
I'm chillaxing, in hip hop I annihilate you
Gallons of the tough stuff when I mutilate with my stealth

Up
I'm going up, son, don't you see?
Son, don't you see?
I'm chillaxing, in hip hop I annihilate you
Gallons of the tough stuff when I mutilate with my stealth

What do you mean, then I don't even burn
Why if I'm already full of poison?
I'm not ashamed and I get excited
With a kick I send you to the ground
But first I freeze your cerebellum, lero-lero
Candlestick, I break you
Like ice I dream good with Dante

I cause heart attacks, but the kind that are sudden
I'm tired of that art
That's why I go back to before
Before everyone rapped like they do today
I was already doing it in 2008 under quarries in the lookout
The best is coming, with a big style
Every day I bring new hoe, chikiti-bakiti-bom

Up
I'm going up, son, don't you see?
Son, don't you see?
I'm chillaxing, in hip hop I annihilate you
Gallons of the tough stuff when I mutilate with my stealth

Up
I'm going up, son, don't you see?
Son, don't you see?
I'm chillaxing, in hip hop I annihilate you
Gallons of the tough stuff when I mutilate with my stealth