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