EL GRINCH (part. Axl Boore)

The mafia's out, the Grinch is out, the Grinch is out

How many chains have they lost and slaps have they taken?
A whole track about them, it's a guideline for my crew
I love the chaos, all my guys are crooks
Even if they dress in suits and tanks, I saw them, peep peep

A little puff and I laugh, I spit in their face
We set up the shootout and they’ve eaten pure lead
I don’t fight with you anymore, I fight with your uncles
Even if they come with 15, they can’t handle 5 of mine

I know who had you wrapped up in the block
Who had you counting with the fake R on the couch
What trapper? Trap? He’s just a broom
Open the door, open the door, this punk was screaming

The clothes are borrowed, the ride is borrowed, the gun is borrowed
The info you’re talking about is your dad’s
You’re calling on the devil, Satan’s hit the road
I’m rolling with the king’s rifle, full
Glocks and katanas

Watch what you say, you could get hurt
I’m like Kendo, the special edition forty
Their hands shake when it’s time to shoot
We’re your terror, sincerely, the Romagang

This is

Supposed Illuminati, sold his ass for cash
Take away the perks, that trash is crying
Better keep on your trip, the ghetto doesn’t want you anymore
In the fourth, kidnap the sister’s dad for money

Respect for respect, punk, no one’s made of steel
If you’re bad at war, don’t start with excuses
They’re the biggest gangsters, the most mafia and gunmen
Straight up, ha, just a bunch of actors

If they get reckless, we’ll fight on the ground, we’ll throw them out, gold took the grams
A band of Spartans
We carry the Glocks and Berettas, we never behave
We show up and overshadow them, don’t mess with the Romans
They don’t get respect in their own house and they’re talking about the streets
Claiming they’re the best, yeah, the best at shooting
They still need school for home and homework

Sincerely, I’m the aba the one who pisses on them (ha ha)

Watch what you say, you could get hurt
I’m like Kendo, the special edition forty
Their hands shake when it’s time to shoot
We’re your terror, sincerely, the Romagang

What would this guy be without me and the bai?
I don’t mention logi spell, no dai and King Von from eBay
And I know their shit, I know what’s up
And drop your stepdad’s info, he’s not even your dad

If you see me, again
Make sure to play dumb
Mine are real thugs, mine are monkeys
We’re gonna leave them broke
Julianito, now tell them
357 breaks the Achilles tendon

They don’t want beef with Roma, they don’t want beef with Roma
With a milf everywhere, I don’t drop the forty
That’s repetitive flow, anyone can clone you
Talking about the block’s woman and her cat is a whore

Cover your little face, yeah, cover your face
I’m rolling with Jason and Freddy, I’m buddies with the monsters
They come cheap, they don’t even cost anything
In the yard, the quiet ones, for real, the impostors

The mafia
You know, the goats of the goat
Tell me axelvore from goat to goat
Had to let these pests fall
A music
The bitch that weighs the most
Stop knowing, don’t act
The mafia
Did you hear?