Smell your death

Come at me mothafuckers
If you dare, Ima suicidal con el cuelo
Leaven murder in the air
Sur gang cuatro flats till I die
Sur 13 raining balas from the sky
F*** the police and f*** all you haters
F*** enemigas releasing tha trueno
Para que uno no duda, hay uno que no duerme
Te busca la muerte
La muerte 24 siete
In the end I know im gonna die
But im taken you bitches with me too
So ur families cry
I hate you cooken mothafuckers with all my soul
I dare you to corner this Fourth Street maton
Cuz I have nothen to lose, There’s dynamite inside my life
I pressure to all you bitches, so all fuken guns fly
In Heaven or in hell Ill punch your fuken cara
Eternal hate que nunca se acaba

Chorus

I know who you are, you know who you are
Look over you shoulders, im not very far
I can smell your bitchass death

You feel something on your neck?
Its my breathe

Im just waiten for the pinche rite time
To tie your ass up and burn you alive
And cut off your head and shit down your throat
And f*** you wife with my 44 chrome