Tom: E minor•
Verse 1
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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
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,
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lit the match, burned the joint,
threw the roach
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And then the blades lit, homie,
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,
tryin' to be the one
Watch your back, motherfucker,
somethin' wicked is waitin'
Em
Better lock up your doors,
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turn around and start runnin'
Em
Somethin' wicked is com in'
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
way is coming
Something wicked this
way is coming
Em
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Something wicked this way is coming
Em
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Turn around and start running
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It's coming Padre perdóname
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por los pecados de mi vida
Em
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Mucho marihuana, cocaína,
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And I'll steal a tiny one, a pound of tequila
E
Still on the calles everyday,
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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
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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
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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
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
Em
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Something wicked is way,
it's coming
Em
Something wicked is way,
it's coming
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Something wicked is way, it's coming
Em
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Turn around and start running
It's coming
Em
It's the sound of the guillotine
E
that's steering your course
Em
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Wanna see me in the secretary,
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
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Just slippin' into thought,
just when you're speakin' my name
Just say it five times,
if you think it's the game
Em
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I will appear in your mind,
and everywhere that you go
E
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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,
before you end up in my dungeon,
Mr. Stylin'
Motherfucker,
something wicked is coming
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Em
You don't know, that I'm behind,
Em
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it's murder time, studio gangsta
Talkin' shit, this is for you
Levas, eat a dick,
Em
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hear him screamin',
Em
cause he's about to die, lay the hydro,
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Em
he's underneath my ride,
draggin' him on his When
I hit the train tracks,
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
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Something wicked, homicidal,
fuckin' sickness
Sickness, homicidal, proper flats,
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I'm the reflection in the mirror,
the shadow right beside ya
You best pray to God,
I'll never find ya
now what the fuck does it mean?
Kickin' back on my team,
with a sack full of green
got them big -ass straps
Who's got the techs,
8ks and 12 gauges on the left?
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You got to watch your back,
try not to snap
Cause I just got out,
Em
and I ain't tryin' to go back
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
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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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