Crucificada

Your flows lazy like a tranquilized mattress

When I spit my rhymes they lock yo jaw like tetanus

But they comfy around the ears like the mad hatters headdress

Because I sew up the lines neatly for the sake of completeness

 

 

You wander the plains like Don Quixote de la mancha

So I'll windmill and aim to kill like crucificada

La esta de nada, te dejo muertos para la revancha

Voy a usar mi cuchillo y se afeita como una alpaca

 

 

Because that's how sick my shit is

A steel curtain of bullets ripping through the universes

Reverses the curses of global geographical lottery

Verses perversus like Catholic cataclysmic ideology