키: E minor
Verse 1
G#
A
G#
G#m
G#
A
G#m
G#
I
A
G#m
G#
come with real heat
that travels throughout your town
G#m
That split s the concrete with steps,
rumble the ground
A
Death is in the season,
you hear the fallen angels screaming
Waking up in cold sweat,
roofs surrounded by demons
G#m
Flames engulf your house,
G#
lungs full of black smoke
G#m
It's screaming, structurating pain
as you're burning for trouble
A
That's what you get for thinking
Mr. Criminal's a joke
G#
I soaked the pad with gas,
A
lit the match, burned the joint,
threw the roach
G#
And then the blades lit, homie,
G#m
I came to play, shit
G#
Paramedics and firemen came,
G#m
they couldn't stay, shit
A
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
G#m
Blunt it like you're dead,
A
that's what you get for
tryin' to be the one
Watch your back, motherfucker,
somethin' wicked is waitin'
G#m
Better lock up your doors,
G#
turn around and start runnin'
G#m
Somethin' wicked is com in'
A
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
G#m
A
Something wicked this way is coming
G#m
A
Turn around and start running
G#
It's coming Padre per dóname
A
G#
por los pecados de mi vida
G#m
G#
Mucho marihuana, cocaína,
G#m
cien omovidas
A
And I'll steal a tiny one, a pound of tequila
G#
Still on the calles everyday,
A
in the studio with the haters
G#m
And your best believable rider
G#
G#m
is only about the gas
G#
G#m
Got the high power, so Vato's strapped up,
ready to blast
A
On my side, somethin' wicked's
comin' in Chevy low -rise
G#m
Got you runnin' from the fire
A
that be burnin' from my knife
G#m
G#
One talk from the lanyard,
now I hear the spirits callin'
Screamin' in my fuckin' head
G#m
until my enemy starts to fall
A
And that's the reason that I do all
these things that's so tormented
G#m
No repentance,
A
motherfuckers catch a dead sentence
G#m
Cause I'm sick and twisted,
G#
G#m
strapped up and vi cious
G#
Vato's claimin' that they want us
while I'm pissed at their business
A
So relentless, attackin' motherfuckers
with a vengeance
Just leave his body mutilated,
different cases, different stench
G#m
Better lock up your doors,
G#
turn around and start running
G#m
Something wicked is com ing
A
When they talk all loud,
but they never do nothing
They know something
wicked is coming
G#m
G#
Something wicked is way,
it's coming
G#m
Something wicked is way,
it's coming
A
Something wicked is way, it's coming
G#m
A
Turn around and start running
It's coming
G#m
It's the sound of the guillotine
G#
that's steering your course
G#m
G#
Wanna see me in the secretary,
G#m
I'll be your host
A
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,
G#m
you will think you learned the lesson
A
Playin' with the Ouija board,
better know what you're doin'
G#m
Or if suicide happens,
A
cause the stalker's possumin'
G#m
G#
Just slip pin' into thought,
just when you're speakin' my name
Just say it five times,
if you think it's the game
G#m
A
I will appear in your mind,
and everywhere that you go
G#
A
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
G#m
that's where Lu cifer fell,
A
so be on the lookout
before you end up in my dungeon,
Mr. Stylin'
Motherfucker,
something wicked is coming
G#
A
G#m
You don't know, that I'm behind,
G#
I speak to the temple,
G#m
A
it's murder time, studio gangsta
Talkin' shit, this is for you
Levas, eat a dick,
G#m
G#
hear him screamin',
G#m
cause he's about to die, lay the hydro,
G#
G#m
he's underneath my ride,
A
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
G#m
A
Feel the fear, just motherfuckers
I'm a mad max in your familia,
your teapots in a trash bag
G#m
G#
Something wicked, homicidal,
fuckin' sickness
Sickness, homicidal, proper flats,
G#m
killer unpredictable
A
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
A
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,
G#m
and I ain't tryin' to go back
A
But I'm ready for war,
I'll make you lay on the floor
G#
Just say a prayer to the Lord,
A
that I don't come back for more
G#
These are some crazy times,
we goin' out of our minds
Can't ever rest,
G#m
too many homies are dyin'
Seems there's no one left,
A
this fuckin' life is a test
G#
A
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
G#m
I pull my queta and dump on a puto,
Outro 1
that's ass cum
G#m
G#
A
G#
A
G#
G#m
A
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