Jungle Of The Savages

[Intro]
Hahaha!

(Yeah!)
(Come on!)

It's a competitive sport... no hard feelings man
I had to do this!
Since you did mind cutting me off the track...
I guess I have to do another one!

[Verse]
I ain't taking shit back cuz I'm nice with mines
I just confront a muthafucka gone recite my rhymes
You like my shine, so Imma let 'em die tonight
I snipe from 4 kilometers, you hype to fight?
I'll leave ya brains splattered on somebody's windshield
You now fly for 10 seconds, you'll feel free
While they envy, ya homeboys looking up to 7 feet
The giant is deployed, decoy, you can't catch me
I blend with surroundings, my pen is astounding
A glitch in the system, muthafuckas straight clowning
Down with 'em... put the forty-five at 'em...
I duplicate my replicas from you like vile venom
My lead and, circling round ya tissue and flesh
To rip you to death, while I handle the rest
Never slack on the test, you now rap with the best
You're in my universe and you're nothing but a pet
That was my verse, but I ain't finished yet
You better clear out ya layers, I'll diminish the rest
I'll snatch ya mic just to leave that shit crushed
Cuz now I'm in the mood, just to rip that shit up
Now I'm droppin', bombing, anyone who spits
You can't stop him, when I'm loaded up, equipped
Flip you round vertically, with bullets dipped in mercury
You muthafuckas heard of me, you couldn't ever murder me
Dodging missiles simultaneously I shift to different forms
Go to war with me, you'll see me growing out my wicked horns
My shit's enormous, storming all ya mortars, with the sharpest claws
Punching you so heavy, yeah I've lined up the hardest bars
Rawest cause, take ya loss and run away, too late
Cus my military, mercenary click is right about to spray
Put the suckas in they place, put them suckas in a grave
Ain't nobody stupid to duck from my fire range
I still ain't gone miss, you playing with no options
Call me Ringo Starr, I make 'em leave the game in coffins
We charge 'em, make 'em lose a bet while they focused
We loaded, mental power, extreme psychosis
I'll kill you whether you are a rapper, son of a bastard
Or a motherfucking backpacker, wack slacker
Crack maggots, ain't no drill when I be out to kill
El Bandito kick in doors, just to find some proper pills
I'm the real deal, the cold steel bussin' in ya grill
I sho will, when pretenders wanna front on what's ill
I grab 'em by the neck, one clutch, snap it off
Original with creativity, you lack it all
You see I got the nerves to murder any beats in my eardrums
I eat galaxies, see me than the fear runs
A chopper lyricist, spitted by the sincere tongue
You got a little tiny, itty bitty queer gun
How you ever gonna manage, to shoot me with that shit?
I got infinite ammo, with maximised gat clips
You just got wasted by the nickel-plated gadgets
You got a taste for replicas, now that's a bad habit
Next chapter, split splatter ya whole back, advancing
Enhancing, I hold a dose, adrenaline for ransom
Inside of my mansion, the jungle of the savages
You know the territory giving me the advantages
Come battle this, I jump around to corner ya movements
Now you've realized, you need to step up with improvement
I'll do it, pulling out ya brain matter fluid
My skin is thicker then machete's, what the F' Cruel is?
Rude shit, a hostile animal spitting the new shit
Fluent kid, and I ain't gotta motherfucking prove shit
Fixing up these errors that was made by douches
El Bandito, the new proclaimed terror in music
Golden era of rap is back with militia tanks
AK's and mag's, so better tell me where you at?