Halloweem
Endo y Lele Las Armas Secretas
Halloweem
It's the Official Remix Halloweem
Uuh... What a scare you got there...
Don't leave your house on Halloweem
Or we’re gonna blow out the lights Bu bu (x2)
Saturday the 31st, I swear no one’s safe
I’m rolling with R Full and 2 clips loaded in 1
Creepy crawlers, the witch told me
That on Saturday the 31st, I’d bring out the lizards
But no worries, I’ll handle the problem
When I pull the trigger, the rifle’s gonna light up the barrel
I’m the real deal, baby, I don’t bluff on the phone
If I catch you on the street, I’m gonna shoot, I’m not joking
You all are lacking guts
You sing like Shakira but think you’re tough guys
If you wanna sound badass, call Jaime, you fools
To sell you a couple of songs
Let the ballistics arrive
I changed my identity
Threw away the mask
Kept the black gloves hidden in the technique
Tactical, my composition is legit
I’ve got a belt of bullets that looks like a movie prop
Anxiety control, I live for the wicked
Speak clearly, you shit yourself when you see me coming
This is the island of death where luck runs out
Don’t cross paths with us, we’ll put you in total darkness
Halloweem, tricontri and fire
Halloweem, tricontri and fire
Halloweem, tricontri and fire
Halloweem, tricontri and fire
Uuh... What a scare you got there...
Don't leave your house on Halloweem
Or we’re gonna blow out the lights Bu Bu Bu (x2)
It’s a terrifying night
In the neighborhood, four guys drop down
Dressed as Michael Myers, pale face, long color
A lot of tension, a lot of suspense, and a lot of terror
And like the old slipknot, we’ll take your melon
I’ve got an assault rifle
That wants to shoot at any hour
When I load the magazine, the mahogany catches fire
Fire in the mahogany, fire in the mahogany
Fire in the mahogany, fire in the mahogany
A couple of corpses (Ha ha ha)
Before the sun comes up
I’m living a horror movie
Like seeing Jetson with Gogi’s mask
And instead of a machete, a Glock with a 20-round clip
You better walk on the sidewalk
We’re the executioners of the road
Avoid a mess or you’ll get lit up
With simple lead, no problem
We’ll pay the light bill for anyone
I just want to start packing the tickets
Uh nooo It’s halloweem
You know, you know
We’re rolling with the loaded chips
Ready, activated, motherfucker
You know, oh oh oh while you’re all
On Off, we’re making millions
On halloweem, the guns look fake
I come out possessed, hope you don’t get scared
If you flinch, you’re in trouble
I’ve got the bitch where you collect candy
Oh oh oh witching night
Oh oh oh witching night
Oh oh oh witching night
Oh oh oh witching night
These are the witching nights
Night night, bring out the bitch
Night to bury a couple of pigs in the ground
A mask, a vest, and we’ll fill you with holes
Halloweem, trincontril and in a bag we’ll decon
We’re the duo that has everyone trembling
Take a couple of mediums, they’re shitting soft
I’m out on halloweem, baby, feeling good
With the R-15, I scared you, Buuu!!!
N-Slow
It’s the official remix, OK
The secret family
Endo, Lele
D Alex
DeliriOus
Brother Lee
We’re always Full
You know it, OK
N-Slow...
Oneil
Hey baby, this is called loyalty
If you can’t run the track, get to the sidewalk
Hey, don’t fall asleep
We’re the tough ones
You all are just wannabes, hehehehe
Lele, so you can hear well
We are The Street Kings
N-Slow
This is the motherfucking remix
This is a remix, listen up, asshole
Secret Family
Night of missions
Bringing terror in the songs
Hey, this is secret family with Rotwailer Inc.
Oneil, you know it, baby, this is the family
N-Slow
The character from Friday the 13th
Brother Lee, the catastrophe
DeliriOus, Endo
Brother Lee
We’re the tough ones
Hey baby, I’ve been on fire with the pen for 9 years
You heard, the composer of composers
You don’t have a single 40
If you don’t even have a nail clipper
Bobolom, I’m about action, you’re about complaining
We’re loyal, we don’t expire for anyone, you heard
I already know your movie, hehehe
We’re gonna unmask you, hahahaha
You know it
Run run the hinchon
Transformers, tell them we’re active
In Eme H and Italy
Baby, the map
We don’t back down, you heard
Bobo, cry, haha
Remix
N-Slow
The catastrophe
It’s the Remix