Tonalidad: E minor•
Verse 1
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Em
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Em
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Em
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come with real heat
that travels throughout your town
Em
That splits the concrete with steps,
rumble the ground
F
Death is in the season,
you hear the fallen angels screaming
Waking up in cold sweat,
roofs surrounded by demons
Em
Flames engulf your house,
E
lungs full of black smoke
Em
It's screaming, structurating pain
as you're burning for trouble
F
That's what you get for thinking
Mr. Criminal's a joke
E
I soaked the pad with gas,
F
lit the match, burned the joint,
threw the roach
E
And then the blades lit, homie,
Em
I came to play, shit
E
Paramedics and firemen came,
Em
they couldn't stay, shit
F
Ha -ha, you couldn't take my stopper,
madman
Run it up in your house with C -Max,
demand the cash, man
E
With a strap to your fuckin' head
Make any wrong moves,
fix the wrong way
Em
Blunt it like you're dead,
F
that's what you get for
tryin' to be the one
Watch your back, motherfucker,
somethin' wicked is waitin'
Em
Better lock up your doors,
E
turn around and start runnin'
Em
Somethin' wicked is com in'
F
When they talk all loud
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
E
Something wicked this
way is coming
Something wicked this
way is coming
Em
F
Something wicked this way is coming
Em
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Turn around and start running
E
It's coming Padre perdóname
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E
por los pecados de mi vida
Em
E
Mucho marihuana, cocaína,
Em
cien omovidas
F
And I'll steal a tiny one, a pound of tequila
E
Still on the calles everyday,
F
in the studio with the haters
Em
And your best believable rider
E
Em
is only about the gas
E
Em
Got the high power, so Vato's strapped up,
ready to blast
F
On my side, somethin' wicked's
comin' in Chevy low -rise
Em
Got you runnin' from the fire
F
that be burnin' from my knife
Em
E
One talk from the lanyard,
now I hear the spirits callin'
Screamin' in my fuckin' head
Em
until my enemy starts to fall
F
And that's the reason that I do all
these things that's so tormented
Em
No repentance,
F
motherfuckers catch a dead sentence
Em
Cause I'm sick and twisted,
E
Em
strapped up and vi cious
E
Vato's claimin' that they want us
while I'm pissed at their business
F
So relentless, attackin' motherfuckers
with a vengeance
Just leave his body mutilated,
different cases, different stench
Em
Better lock up your doors,
E
turn around and start running
Em
Something wicked is com ing
F
When they talk all loud,
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
Em
E
Something wicked is way,
it's coming
Em
Something wicked is way,
it's coming
F
Something wicked is way, it's coming
Em
F
Turn around and start running
It's coming
Em
It's the sound of the guillotine
E
that's steering your course
Em
E
Wanna see me in the secretary,
Em
I'll be your host
F
Like a villain in the army in your city
I'll be runnin' with my vengeance,
strippin' lethals down your blocks
E
I'll be floatin' in your cage,
shake your feet
And your dog will live independently
straight
Knowin' the cause of possession,
Em
you will think you learned the lesson
F
Playin' with the Ouija board,
better know what you're doin'
Em
Or if suicide happens,
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cause the stalker's possumin'
Em
E
Just slippin' into thought,
just when you're speakin' my name
Just say it five times,
if you think it's the game
Em
F
I will appear in your mind,
and everywhere that you go
E
F
You will see the stalker
lurkin' out of the shadow
Cause the damage I cause,
E
like destruction from hell,
so much chaos they'll be saying
Em
that's where Lu cifer fell,
F
so be on the lookout
before you end up in my dungeon,
Mr. Stylin'
Motherfucker,
something wicked is coming
E
F
Em
You don't know, that I'm behind,
E
I speak to the temple,
Em
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it's murder time, studio gangsta
Talkin' shit, this is for you
Levas, eat a dick,
Em
E
hear him screamin',
Em
cause he's about to die, lay the hydro,
E
Em
he's underneath my ride,
F
50 miles an hour,
draggin' him on his When
I hit the train tracks,
E
all I seen was a carcass
Mangled in the rear, haters died
Em
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Feel the fear, just motherfuckers
I'm a mad max in your familia,
your teapots in a trash bag
Em
E
Something wicked, homicidal,
fuckin' sickness
Sickness, homicidal, proper flats,
Em
killer unpredictable
F
I'm the reflection in the mirror,
the shadow right beside ya
You best pray to God,
I'll never find ya
E
I'm having crazy dreams,
now what the fuck does it mean?
Kickin' back on my team,
with a sack full of green
F
I got the hood sewed up,
got them big -ass straps
Who's got the techs,
8ks and 12 gauges on the left?
E
You got to watch your back,
try not to snap
Cause I just got out,
Em
and I ain't tryin' to go back
F
But I'm ready for war,
I'll make you lay on the floor
E
Just say a prayer to the Lord,
F
that I don't come back for more
E
These are some crazy times,
we goin' out of our minds
Can't ever rest,
Em
too many homies are dyin'
Seems there's no one left,
F
this fuckin' life is a test
E
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I keep my head on my shoulders,
tryin' to deal with the stress
E
Something wicked is coming,
laugh out your bed or start running
Em
I pull my queta and dump on a puto,
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that's ass cum
Em
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