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