The Fallen Reign - Conejo

Ain’t nothing like going out

And handling my business on a stormy night

They don’t call me Venom for nothing homey

That’s right

You get the grips, I’ll get the ranfla

Doing jales, like a shower of torment

Severe damage when I come down storming

Leaving vatos damaged top to bottom

Like the lost missions in the past have fallen

Vatos feel my anger, can’t take it anymore

Let’s go get the feria, sound the totes of war

The voice of death, I bring poisonous showers

Opponents get no warnings, get devowered

I stay alert, the only plan that works

When I put you in the dirt, don’t get caught

Enemigas gotta fall like eighty feet of flag

Epidemic is deadly spreading like a plague

Known fact, the streets run with danger

When you’re caught out of bounds, you’re a perfect stranger

We collect, and while I’m out rest in peace

In the line of fire, I serve the enemies

Tempist hurricanes, the juras harbor panic

Unseen in the rain, smoking getting at it

I managed, ese get down or get shot down

I think I’m going insane, walking on the calle in the falling rain

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

Stormy nights trouble me with pain

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

Stormy nights trouble me with pain

Psychotic weather excecutes the condemded

Periodically precevied with my theory I attempt

When it rains it pours, the crime it soars

Relentless conflict, eternal wars

Precisely my thought’s been reflected

Intensive forms, I can feel the storm

And it’s bending, for I behold the scroll

Mentally a weapon, semi-auto control

Soy Conejo from the big bad ache

All my enemigas on the serio better watch me

High explosive battleship

I’m self-propelled, torpedo thoughts

Embrace the spell, leaves start to fall as the seasons change

Seal off the area, pump the gauge

From night to day I cage my rage

Sicko likes to move for the final phase

Can you listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

My homies in the grave trouble me with pain

Can you listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

My homies in the grave trouble me with pain

That’s right

Check 1−2, check 1−2

That’s right homey

This rain is fucking venemous

And it’s coming to get you

Conejo, Venom

What you wanna do ese

Westside Harpys

Get wacked on location

I ain’t joking, got the pistol barrel smoking

Ya estuvo