Hollow Points
[Intro: El Bandito]
Yeah!
Who said we playing around?
Oh, I see you!
Don't think we ain't forgot about yo bitch ass!
Yeah!
[Verse 1: El Bandito]
We be killin' anybody if it really have to come to it
Demented Mercenaries in this mothafucka, doin' it
What you wanna do in the studio, we moving in
Lyrically castrating rappers and we proving it
Look at Lil Neekz, stuck in the guillotine
Cuz he thought he was a G' but we ran him out the street
And killed him with so many bars he had to retreat
Then we caught him talkin' shit again, he's dead meat
Cuz El Bandito, Realist Omega we keep on ruin him
And body him so many times I start to get to fuelin'
My penmanship, and write the shit that he couldn't do with it
Couldn't write ill, so I really had to tutor him
Never gonna write another bar for that fruitcake
Cuz every time I drop a track I dominate the food chain
Enter the building, automatic rifle in the suitcase
Doomsday, he fillin' his pajamas with them poop stains
Scared like a mothafucka, I dared the mothafucka
To buckin' back at me and airing it out, mothafucka
Could have never be coming back, even with a verse
So I put him in the dirt, insert another murda verse
Wait a minute, he don't really wanna have no beef
With El Bandito or the Realist Omega because we deep
Up in this game, we insane to make our own ways
While these other jealous suckers only envy in vain
Murder murder, kill kill, hit 'em with the real steel
Pull up on that mothafucka, DM, we the real deal
Better stop ya bitchin' or we finish you indeed
Cuz too many wanna be included in our kill spree
Murder murder, kill kill, hit 'em with the real steel
Pull up on that mothafucka, DM, we the real deal
Tell you mothafuckas what I'm really gone do
Imma hit 'em with the hollow points and then I'll hit you
[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Realist Omega]
Realist Omega is the definition of one lyrical creature
Sandman PG13 is not in my league lyrically
So he stooping to a new low, by sucking some dick for a feature
When lyrically over the years
I got a bit meaner, I have no problem
Murking my nemesis, and by the way
I'm verbally blowing a kiss to Regina when I get done
Killing yo henchmen, I'm gonna deliver a critical hit
To ya leader, ya label is garbage with minimal effort
It's nothing for me to spit ether
Message to Robinson, homie I put you to shame like a slutty cheerleader
That's being put on blast cuz she was exposed
By sucking on multiple dicks
Under the bleachers, I'm only, after one particular chick
She knows who she is, the typical chick
Won't even, get an inch of this penis
I see that Robinson is coming to me with threats
Put it on paper instead of running yo lips
While ya heated, Sandman you know
Better than to threat my life
Cuz on the streets in the end
You'll be kicking it with Jesus
If you got the nuts to fuck with the Realist
You better not come at me with some weak shit
I'm spitting these lyrical hollow tips at this vic
So his life force is at the minimal
So step up to the Realist, you'll be quickly defeated
[Hook]
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[Verse 3: El Bandito]
We tear your soul apart and just go ham in the cities
I mean our rampage so gritty, I'll guarantee it's not pretty
You really wanna push us, we ain't here to set limits
We conjure up all the spirits to go and pay you a visit
Feel the cold breeze, creeping up inside ya spine
Drive yo ass to insanity, shit gone be wild
I promise you won't ever make it out of here alive
Won't survive 24 hours, with demons inside
You can run, you can hide, but you cannot escape
No getaway, no getting out, you start to suffocate
Like a claustrophobia you cannot contain
Along with paranormal activity turning insane
Ya biggest mistake, underestimate the group
DM got the hollow points, ready to shoot
Whoever coming at us tryna make us all scoot
We go where we want to, include our attitudes
So fuck you, if you got a problem with that real shit
Demented till we die, mothafuckas get they wig split
Spit lyrics that I'll burn you uncontrollably
Deliver mass-murder on a track vocally
Murder murder, kill kill, hit 'em with the real steel
Pull up on that mothafucka, DM, we the real deal
Tell you mothafuckas what I'm really gone do
Imma hit 'em with the hollow points and then I'll hit you
[Hook]
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