yo

yo soy mexicano/
te chingo con las manos/
your skill is like geico cuz its at a low rate/
you got in my grasp now theres no escape/
you wouldnt develop anything if you were eggs and semen/
you aint an emcee stop tryin to pretend/
ill have your men layin next to ya/
i would beat ya ass but i have to write texts to ya/
ill kill ya in two languages/
face it you cant strangle this/
ill hang you from a tree and have your toes danglin/
youll get shot in your sleep/
you were born in a whom but im make you die in the streets/
ill leave you wit a slit throat as wide as your smile/
better say your prayers cuz your gonna die in awhile/
my words multiply like horny roaches/
cant see me wit out gettin your cornea swollen/
the only thing you killin is your self/
im demolish and ill guess ill see you in hell