Sinister
[Intro]
This is what we got tonight
We got tonight, we got tonight
El Bandito's on the mic
He's on the mic, he's on the mic so...
If you got a problem and you don't wanna like
What he's about to say right now
Then he is gonna get off stage
And take your life, he'll take your life
It's going down!
[Verse 1]
I'm a...
Demented felon banished from my own home
But imma let my foes know, Stavanger my cold throne
I ain't finna go broke, never let these flow-clones
Tryna elevate above they master since they no-showed (No!)
They can't cope with the shit that I've committed
I'm a sinner still I'm living and adapt, became the villain
Fuck regretting on the past when I spit the illest writtens
Compositions, instrumentals getting dealt with instant
[Hook 2x]
You're in the flames of hell and you will all burn
I see contenders in the game, they know it's our turn
And I'll confront 'em than cremate 'em to a small urn
It's like eternal ecstasy, this is my world
[Verse 2]
It's like a fucking boxing ring, there ain't no stoppin' him
So open ya mouth, I've said it, then the Glock is in
Barbwires all over my knuckles, I buss 'em, disrupt 'em
So fuck 'em, I'm clutching they necks, increase they concussions
Y'all suckers tryna understand what I'm about
From the north to the west, to the east to the south
Regardless how you barking, I am more than just some talkin'
Only time ya homies marching when you laying in a coffin
Funeral arrangements? the UZI's bout ta spray
Every single person gathered all in one place (One place)
How you like me now? Murder all you clowns
Who's the muthafucka carry most the burners in the town?
I believe in my gats, I leave it darker than black
And detach a fag the fuck off the track
All the shit you lack, but El Bandito's more than crack
He the type to kill you twenty times before you can react
[Hook 2x]
You're in the flames of hell and you will all burn
I see contenders in the game, they know it's our turn
And I'll confront 'em than cremate 'em to a small urn
It's like eternal ecstasy, this is my world
[Verse 3]
Go to war with me when I be sicker than ya average
You trippin' off that acid, spitting a little bit faster
Rippin' up the track mayne, wicked metal gadgets
Nothing you clash with, shipping out the damage
I got them blammers, you better tell 'em it's on
It only takes a second, 'til you both dead and gone
Split you with the chrome, what you rappin' is wrong
Them bitches in ya video don't even like ya song
I keep on spitting it, depicting it, I'm rippin' it and flippin' it
The sickest shit, I'm with it bitch, you muthafuckas in this shit
Now you trapped inside of the red zone
No signal, low battery from ya dead phone
Fuck ya last call when I enter the room
I leave ya obsolete when you enter ya doom
When I murder ya crew, with the burners, my tools...
Will hunt ya homeboys, I'll keep gun at them too
[Hook 2x]
You're in the flames of hell and you will all burn
I see contenders in the game, they know it's our turn
And I'll confront 'em than cremate 'em to a small urn
It's like eternal ecstasy, this is my world