Casco Militar 666 (feat. Gabriel Silva)

Gabriel Silva military helmet
Lyricario 666 2023
Did they copy or not
Bloody music affirms
The beast woke up, the dick
Musical mafia
Lucifer

Military helmet
Metal stuck in an armored truck
Between gaps or between city
Next to death, my r15 protects me
We are people from the cartel attentively

Military helmet
Metal stuck in an armored truck
Between gaps or between city
Next to death
My r15 protects me

We are people from the cartel attentively
In charge of genocide, I head into war
I command in my territories always in the burning
With two or three crazy guys chased for the shootout
Some already come agreed with Santa huesera

Don't compare yourself to me, I navigate in danger
I'm here with the racita, pure fierce demon
I've been violent for a while and it's not a tale
Slowly I blow the smoke of weed into the wind
I'm benevolent, very diabolical

Introverted sinister and somewhat satanic
A reflection in the mirror of a satyr guy
Body with horns and goat legs
In the darkness I move
With my troop ready, the mini my Rs 15 and
Goat horns opening gap and narrow
So they don't see the nest
Here the thing is right
But check it out, we did

The bitches dance for me and I don't pay them anything
As if they were sweet, they suck and blow me
I throw the blue presidents in their faces
If they do a good job, too bad mommy, it was your turn
Thick chain and slave, Cuban style and heavy
With embedded glitter
My Dolce Gabbana clothes
The red sole stepped on by spilled blood
The court comes attached
By waist lightning

For chaos, I'm chaotic with trimmings
With monkey in the air in the 50 to break hard
The recipe on Motorola reports at what height
A pleasure rafaellos hitman luckily
And I'm in business, I'm crazy
Routine to patrol in the monsters
I chat with marijuana, with demons
And with the damn scares we distribute the lead
I don't talk to the dead
But it climbs on me and takes over my body
I'm cursed, I repeat, a damn killer
Here we fillet your neck with the damn Filemón
The big rifle to withstand the blows
Embarrassed between roads, the executioner of your steps
I'm not lying, I feel crazy, I'm getting

And a trip among skeletons
My mind is landing
A damn rogue devil, very psycho
Demonized to the dick narco style
With the machine guns
And very well aligned the helmet
With my Rosita for the cartel I'm working wow
Let's see what show we're here in the convoy
Well armed, I'm going
If you want fire, here I give you

I bring a flag from a lord
I always go with the battalion
In my eyes the fire is seen
When the hot bullets come out
They always consume them
Go fucking smoke and smoke
Weed, cigarettes, and humans
And I do the Chile out of habit

And I'm not lying, I got into this
Because since I was a kid
I've liked violence
For pixel or black confrontations
That's how I face them head-on and with balls
With these two I have the pieces and I burn them

I start and pray to death and the devil
With thick ritual bones
I reincarnate in the skin of an old man
In minutes I come back and I shoot bullets into the horn
Because I'm very tough
And I don't regret it
That's been my life
Chaos at night and day
In the sights of Sedena and Marina

The guachos get angry with rifle sauce
And stretch the goat's leg
That the chief sorcerer sponsors
The forces from beyond
Here they make them tremble
I make the scar cough
That's why I never let go

Military helmet, camouflage chest bmg 50 pistol
To blow up the cars
Hitman with good armored vehicles to kill
And get the fuck out, don't make me angry

Military helmet, camouflage chest bmg 50 pistol
To blow up the cars
Hitman with good armored vehicles to kill
And get the fuck out, don't make me angry

A prayer for the chamuko
A mourning demon
I get more strength every time I execute
I appear and scare
Of light and tricks
Sunny and angry I burn the bastards

Narco graves so no one finds them
If they send idiots
To keep killing people
I wear a military helmet marked
666
Baphomet gives me power
It's to be able to undo them
A machete in the back of the neck
While they grab him
Then he comes out dismembered in the grillonautas channel
If not hanging from a naked bridge

To make it funny
With a dagger in the chest
And big letters well written
Narco camps
There in the mountains
We explode you with grenades

We use the chainsaw
There's not even a trace
Just the blood on the ground
My vest smells of death
For the bosses an offering
Burning marijuana
Crazy in the armored
The three sixes are seen
In the damn laminated
Next to the table of a devil is marked
Blows in the face with inflamed buttocks
And I like to kill the Chile
Cut their jackets and watch them roar
Let them shoot themselves
Before killing them, I make them fight
Grab the cell phone well
Record me, asshole, I'm going to slit your throat
The fucking opponents feel great but here they will peel
Brand new trucks, my damn cursed weapons
Blessed by a sorcerer to knock them down in a mess
Here pure trickery

I remember what I do
Me and the devil laugh and laugh
If at night patrolling in hell
Associated with politicians and government
Lucifer is with me, that's why I fear nothing
There are three letters that can be seen
Initials on the chest, demons of the cartel
The pitbull eating flesh from yesterday's bodies
It smells like weed and death, I'm used to it
Good training, the 40 in the vest
Strong impact grenades
To knock down the idiots
Short horn with a lot of armament
All covered faces
They carry the devil inside
Radios hanging to hear any notice
I cure the Chile when I kick them on the floor
I know damn well that I can die the same
I don't give a damn what I have to go through
I throw myself ready
For confrontations against the government
I was trained well
To not feel fear in any

Lowering the flag to rise to become a legend
The mind confirms the mess, I have it sick
There are 11 in Sedena
The little ball to hell
I like to cause panic
Satanic rituals
Cuban black santería
Taking care of the tactical
The atmosphere is dark

Long live the long traffic, the dead are left flaccid
For the narco, it's a classic
Hot hitman remains the big rifle
Bullets are seen in a row
Out of the damn cannon, I'm prepared
To pull the fifty
The lord of darkness gives me his protection
Very numb life, I don't care, covered trucks
Covered in metals, more than 90 shots
Directly through your windows
Supernatural power
Is what my shamans give me
They don't even make it to funerals, all the rival shit
I will continue tormenting there in the fire
I already see myself with a vest and horns
Hitman will always be eternal
Military helmet, see you in hell