EL GRINCH (feat. Axl Boore)

The mafia's out for crime, out for crime
The mafia's out for crime, out for crime

How many chains have they lost and slaps have they taken?
A whole track about them, it's a guideline for my crew
I love the chaos, all my guys are crooks
Even if they act tough, I still call them out, you know

A little puff and I laugh, spit right in their face
We set up the shootout, and they’ve had their fill
I’m not fighting with you anymore, I’m fighting with your uncles
Bring 15, don’t mess with 5 of my crew

I know who used to put you back in the blow
Who used to mess with you with the fake R on the couch
What rapper’s a rapper, rapper in the shadows
Open the door, open the door, and this punk was screaming

The clothes are borrowed, the ride’s borrowed, the gun’s borrowed
The talk is about your dad
You’re calling on the devil, the path led to Satan
I’m rolling with the rifle, flop and katana

Watch what you say, you could get hurt
I’m like Kendo, the special edition forty
They tremble at the moment of pulling the trigger
We’re your terror, sincerely, the Romans win

This is your Illuminati spot, sold your ass for cash
Take away the percs, that trash is crying
Better keep on your trip, 'cause no one wants you anymore
In the fourth, kidnap the sister’s dad for money

Respect for respect, punk, no one’s made of steel
If you’re bad at war, don’t start with excuses
You’re the loudest, the most mafia and gunmen
Straight up, straight up, making movies

If they act up, we’ll fight on the ground, we’ll throw them out like gold
[?] we made it, a band of Spartans
The vipers contribute, we never behave
We show up and pay up, don’t mess with the Romans
They don’t respect you in your house and are talking about the tar
They say they’re the best and the best that shoot
They still need school for home and homework

Watch what you say, you could get hurt
I’m like Kendo, the special edition forty
They tremble at the moment of pulling the trigger
We’re your terror, sincerely, the Romans win

What would this loji be? If it weren’t for me, the clown
I won’t name the yechis, they’re Oda and King Gondiwa
And I know the worst, I know where it’s at
And drop the info on your stepdad, he’s not even your dad

If you see me, I’m gonna kill you
Again, it’s important to close the gaps
Mine are real tough, mine are real wild
Let’s leave it at it was Julián and Toradiles
357 breaks the tendon

They don’t want beef with the Romans, don’t want beef with the Romans
With a friend everywhere, I don’t drop the forty
That’s repetitive flow, anyone can clone you
Talking about the blow’s woman and her cat’s a whore

Cover your little face, yeah, cover your face
I’m rolling with Jason and Freddy, I’m buddies with the monsters
They come cheap, they don’t have a dime to give
In the yard, the quiet ones, from bread to the post

The mafias
You know, the goats of the go
And the goat’s heat from goat to goat
Had to leave my face to these pests
A music
The bitch that weighs the most
Stop knowing, don’t act
The mafias
Did you hear?