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Every Late Night [Beat by J. Demers]

from Los Cucuys Vol. 1 by Los Cucuys (Verb & Fubar)

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Verb:

project shit, 9 milli
packs of rhymes to overdose with feeling illy
no obstructions, Los Cucuys you can't fucks with
supernatural occurrences occur and leave you murdered
quicksand we sink rappers, universal clips load
every late night, every morning hear the guns go
watch for the red beams of slick wits and snake tongues
going ape shit, wilding over dark drums
I come from the slums, I still run with the slums
still give a dollar or 2 when I'm on the corner with the bums
wanted to be a drug kingpin, do music on the side
sides of chitlins from these mammals, sideways we handle
Hell is the landscape, race to be corpses
want to know something? I play around with devil demon forces
you couldn't force good upon me, not for nothing
walking up these city streets, where's trouble at? let's start something
anarchist functions, crumble fall to pieces
wander with my burner tucked, you know Verb, I don't give a fuck
spitting with my brother Fubar, you can die
and we don't care who you are

Fubar:

I harness hatred and jot it on paper
every thought I imagine is demonic in nature
every single topic is danger, diabolic behavior
my god I'm psychotic with razors
I'm an animal upset, dis-join where your clavicle connects
your skill level is laughable at best
Los Cucuys, supernatural event
don't say a word, I'll crack your mandible for less
evil in the brain, I'd rather get medieval with a blade
nothing on Earth is equal to the pain
you are not as lethal as you claim
you people are insane, we are animals, keep us in a cage!
needle in your veins like you overdosed on drugs
in a hospital bed, comatose for months
I'm out, but I promise I'll return for your bitch ass
everything I walk on, turns into quick sand
what used to be a hobby is turning into work
I write thoughts down, then reverse them in a verse
evil to the core, I'm nervous in a church
when you die you die, there's no returning to the Earth

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from Los Cucuys Vol. 1, released October 23, 2013

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