It's The Right Time

[Intro] Hahaha! [Verse] Bitch, I take props, I sincerely hate cops I'm giving them the middle finger for I spray shots My main block, contract killers who aim dots Produce more conspiracies then CIA plots I orchestrate, morbid hate galore, grenades, get torn away I storm ya place, absorb ya faith, considering I fought cliche's The cost is great, especially when bombs away No incoming time reaction when it drops like rain (Boom!) Time for pain, El Bandito's like a roller coaster Holocoasting rappers when I hold the toaster, cold as fuck cuz... All you boasting faggots, need to follow up, embrace the danger That includes ya uncle Adolph swallowing the pistol chamber (Brrap!) Set the pace, and speed limit for you slow MC's I could always win the race, I'm going out the chrome piece (Yeah!) Break both of ya knee's, I just don't believe That all you bustas started rappin' after smokin' weed Fuck the industry, I'll call you out independently And single-handedly retaliate on all my enemies Or anyone who mentions me lay down, be dead to me Cus when I spit it hits where ya fucking head should be (What?) Forget ya weaponry, I stab you with a crucifix And tell ya bitch to stuff ya kid back in her uterus Recruit the sick, "Sug en pikk", google translate Fuck the antidote, best believe it's man made Mafioso rappers, are not what you expect to be Like Rick Ross re-employed in a penitentiary (Oh!) My sick spit break 'em all down chemically Heisenberg style, say my name now, mention me (Huh?) El Bandito, you're goddamn right I advance on the mic, I'm the cancer you despise Dj Khaled is the best? Say that's not absurd You got 50 different features but you never wrote a verse (Hahaha!) Collaborations? I really don't need none While C-Mob is tryna get a muthafuckin' refund (We know!) He's a joke, still stuck underground Not a midwest choppa so he's suckin' off the dirty south Plastic pistols on ya table, fuck what you claim You added silencers to all ya guns with glue stains You a parasite, like the bottom of the food chain Performed for loose change than got robbed for 2 chains (Goddamn!) Give me one fight, Bandito bringing doomsday I'm flammable like butane, self-destruct in blue flames Creating earthquakes on the first day And detonate the planet right in time within a verse made Unfortunately, your survival's not a possibility I've skillfully been mastering my level of hostility ... Contradicting me? Precisions like a laser beam The first and last time you giving head to my guillotine My venom ending any interfering MC's I sever, strangle, mangle, I'm as deadly as can be Do you remember when these pretenders was tryna be me Mini-Me's, jealousy, cus I machete the beats You lil' clowns tryna howl like the rest of the crowd I'm alive, fuck ya rhymes, I put the pressure on the sound Combined a new style, I'm the best with the pound So don't expect to live on long enough to rep my town (Buck-Buck-Buck!) I aim down when I keep the gun on safety mode But that's a rare occasion cuz these muthafuckas hate my flow (Fuck Y'all!) My main goal is to take souls of played foes Replace it with some jewelry and give 'em fake gold I stay on my toes, all hell is 'bout to break loose Then unleash the beast by toxic radiation fumes My mentality's cruel, I thought you all knew If I die, we all die by nuclear mushrooms Lyrics highly addictive, like coke, crack, and meth I opened the black death, with no antidote left Still pickin' on him? Still kickin' on him Still pickin' on him? Still shittin' on him (Yeah) You a stunt double, take no action like a bud puffer Want trouble? Then I leave you in a blood puddle In a mud scuffle, each fist are knuckle busters Space shuttles abduct corpses after I snuff suckas