Im the wrong individual - Conejo

Dog I Settle Disputes

With A Felony Shooting

The 25 Lowered

Was All My Doing

You Devised A Plan

To Politic Against

The Crime Novelist

From The Fucken West

Minister Of Defense

Metaphorically Spoken

Ese In The War Room

With My Soldiers Toking

This The Order

From a Oz.

To A Quarter

And Its The Same Recipe

Baking Soda And Water

Demonic Forces

Satanic Vengeance

Carefully Screened

We Surrounded By Masons

The Seance Occult

Nazi Death Camp Boy

Ese Get The Icepick

If He a Rat Destroy

My Mythic Status

Is A Piece Of The Puzzle

It A Perilous Time

And I Don’t Dread The Hustle

The Drums Of War

Reach A Fervor Pitch

Ese Blood Boil Hate

And Paybacks A Bitch

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

Doped Up To The End

Mystical Traditions

Devilish Visions

Drug Czar Come Vicious

Rabbi C-O-N

Clearly Demonstrates

That He Don’t Fuck Around

He Just Formulate

Grenade Propelled

Demons Enter My Temple

I’m The Bill Collector

So Fuck Your Pack

You A Bunch Of Rats

I Mutilate The Beat

Pass The Doja Sack

Got A Hold Of 40 Birds

And They Flocked Together

So Me And The Crew

We Stay Counting That Cheddar

The Chaos In The City

Conflict Of Ages

Break Out Of Cages

L.A. Times Front Pages

So Face It

Hooded Priest Just Laced It

Seen The Fucken Dragon

And Began To Chase It

So Beware Muthafucker

When I Cometh I’m Evil

Hidden Away

I Draw The Desert Eagle

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

My Chemical Romance

Enhance My Thoughts

Ak-47's Hand Grenades

And Glocks

Bus Stops

Catch The Enemy Slipping

Homies Jump Out

And Give His Ass A Whipping

We Stay Flipping

Enemigas Is Dying

And Everybody Know

That You Bitches Is Lying

Clock Ticking

Safe Locks I’m Picking

Times Is Shifting

So The Foe We Blitzing

I’m Itching

You Know To Squeeze The Trigger

Ese Wicked Ass Fool

Some Call Me A Sinner

Death Bringer

Heroin And Snow

Ese Muthafucken Rabbit

With Narcotic Flows

Spells Casted

And The Darkness Shed

Slit His Throat

Till It Was Crimson Red

In The Wake Of A Leak

I’m A Draw My Heat

With A Sinister Urge

To Kill His Ass In The Street

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit

I’m The Wrong Individual

To Be Fucking With

Ese Run Your Mouth

And Your Throat Get Slit