Conejo - I'm The Wrong Individual lyrics

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
A Muthafucken G 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 lA 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