MAESTRO CUCHILLADA Lyrics

Maestro cuchillada

Kill your masters in Prada

Bitter bastard armada

Mama made me a martyr

Die for the crown and honor

Gotta get my nirvana

Lotta you pussys wanna

Talk but it always nada

Never tied a rope

But the devil want me to choke

The metaphysical of the bitter pill in my throat

Envisioned living better

But never bet a vendetta would get a temper from heaven

I'm bending levels ascending

To every fucking direction

What you wanting to know

How'd this little mother fucker get to living so cold

I was good

Mama raised me to be filled with the hope

With no apologies I murdered all the masters I know

To every master

A match for

Cataclysm disaster

The Paster

Done asked for

Heaven betting the rapture

End the devil

Left inside the head of a kid

Who only fell from heaven cuz they lesson learnt wasn't his

What's a burden for bliss

Did you earn what you wished

Did it end another murder of turbulent prick

Looking nervous you sick

Bit disturbing it sticks

In your mind until you find you manifested the shit

Maestro cuchillada

Kill your masters in Prada

Bitter bastard armada

Mama made me a martyr

Die for the crown and honor

Gotta get my nirvana

Lotta you pussys wanna

Talk but it always nada

Maestro cuchillada

Could never live in a shadow

Knife to the master

The student one day will outgrow

Blood and guts encompasses

Numbing cuts from the loving less

Couldn't miss what they would've wished

Slavery for the minds of kids

I see the matrix

They medicating the clones

Keeping eyes in the ancients and basing them in the wrong

Bet a prize on the spaceship they taking out of the globe

Leaving lives in the basement degrading how we had grown

Mama told me things

Papa told me never fiend

Both them told me that we only pawns inside their crooked dreams

Never live in their regime

Break the walls and skin them clean

Let them know the soul you hold

Is golden never bend a knee

Crown made of thorns let me wear it proud

Kingdom of dirt not a slave in the town

Know your worth

They'll dig Graves for the proud

Hit them where it hurts put they head in the ground

Maestro cuchillada

Kill your masters in Prada

Bitter bastard armada

Mama made me a martyr

Die for the crown and honor

Gotta get my nirvana

Lotta you pussys wanna

Talk but it always nada