Conejo Demon Possession Lyrics

Blood summons, the darkest cloud
The stoner come with me, is f*cken loud
And I'll pour, many rivers of blood
Enemies get dragged through the f*cken mud
I'm at the gates, and my cojibas link
Watching Mexican boxers beat the shit out your click
And if it pop off, the deuce deuce in my Chucks
I'm the eagle king, ese your bad luck
I'm at large, ah nocturnal killer
From the boats at your face, is the shit I deliver
C O D, or your RIP
That's for any muthuf*cka trying to swim with me
My body guard is ah cuerno, 47
I'm tenant in the building where the crack be
selling
They be selling, Mastermind with the grind
The soul of ah hustler it carnated in mine

Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson

Scarface Dos, ah murderous pit
Good girls gon' bad when they enter my crib
They smoking primos, like it's ritual
On the street slanging p*ssy for residuals
I'm just floating, through the cosmos dawg
Let 'em know who's the boss C Rocas the boss
It's ah process, ah psychological mixture
Ese clever be the rhymes like ah buddhist scripture
Bird snatcher, hollow point dispatcher
Grew up in your stash, there's been ah rapture
Got mine, and I'm coming real
Picking up dead soldiers that were killed on the
field
Whipped up ah monster, I was last seen weapon An all black hoodie on ah bike not given
Write on blood, that were forged by Greekers
Muthuf*ckers wanna stab me, and watch me bleed

Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson

Sanity's the reason, the purpose of
That I flat line rappers with this stolen guns
And I got no address but I live right here
I'm ah dangerous device to anyone that's near
Kill your boys, with the 44
They reincarnated to ah thug out soul
We've come to get me, but they going to seizures
Ghetto child running wild I don't need all the
features
Living dead, just ah wiggo in time
And all you muthuf*ckers got took for ah ride
Nation wide, I'm the tragedy giver
Get away from the scene through the LA river
What you mad at, I roll with heavy metal
I go see the oracle at the warriors temple
I'm ah warlock, this is what I do
El dinero y el poder for the rest of my crew

Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson
Yes, this ah demon possession
I roll up on the block with the Smith and Wesson