Maestro Cuchillada

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