[Lyric] Something Wicked Is Coming (Mr. Criminal)

[Intro]
Uh, turn around and start runnin, it’s comin’

[Verse 1]
I come with real heat that travels throughout your town
That splits the concrete when sounds rumble the ground
Death is in the season
You hear the fallen angel screamin’
Waking up in cold sweats
We’re surrounded by demons
Flames engulf your house
Lungs full of black smoke
And scream in excruciating pain
As you burn up and choking
That’s what you get for thinking Mr. Criminal’s a joke
I soak the pad with gas, lit the match
Burn the joint to the roach
[?] I came to play shit
Paramedics and firemen can’t
They couldn’t say shit
Ha ha, you couldn’t [?] or stop a madman
Running up in your house with a ski-mask demanding cash man
With a strap to your fucking hеad
Make any wrong moves
Face thе wrong way
Bang you’re fucking dead
This is what you get for trying to be the one
Watch your back muthafuckas
Something wicked this way it comes
[Chorus]
Better lock up your doors turn around and start runnin’
Something wicked is coming
When they talk all loud but they never do nothing
They know something wicked is coming
Something wicked this way, is coming (where’s it at?)
Something wicked this way, is coming (who they be?)
Something wicked this way, is coming (damn)
Turn around and start running

[Verse 2]
Padre perdóname por los pecados de mi vida
Mucho marijuana, cocaína haciendo movidas
And I’m still a tiny wyno pounding tequila
Still in the calles everyday
In the studio with the heaters
And you best believe a rider is only about their cash
Got the Hi Power soldados strapped up ready to blast on my side
Something wicked’s coming in Chevy lowrides
Got you running from the fire
That be burning from my nine
One tall from the leño
Now I hear the spirits calling
Screaming in my fucking head
Until my enemies starts to fall
And that’s the reason that I do
All these things are so tormented, no repentance
Motherfuckers catch a dead sentence
Cause I’m sick and twisted, strapped up and vicious
Vatos claiming that they’re ballas
Balas pierce up their Bentley
So relentless, attacking motherfuckers with a vengeance
Leave his body mutilated
Different cases, different sketch
[Chorus]
Better lock up your doors turn around and start runnin’
Something wicked is coming
When they talk all loud but they never do nothing
They know something wicked is coming
Something wicked this way, is coming (where’s it at?)
Something wicked this way, is coming (who they be?)
Something wicked this way, is coming (damn)
Turn around and start running

[Verse 3: Mr. Silent]
Mr. Silent after death that spiritual ghost
Wanna see me in the cemetery, I’ll be a host
Like a villain in [?]
In your city I’ll be rolling
With my vengeance [?]
Down your blocks I’ll be floating
[?]
Straight known for causing possession
You will think you’ll learn your lesson
Playing with the ouija board
Better know what you’re doing
Before a suicide happens
Cause the stalker’s pursuing
Just slippin’ into darkness
When you’re speakin’ my name
Just say it five times if you think it’s a game
I’ll appear in your mind
And everywhere that you go
You will see the stalker lurking out of the shadows
Cause the damage I cause
Like destruction from hell
So much chaos they’ll be seeing
Thats where Lucifer fell
So be on the lookout before you end up in my dungeon
Mr. Silent motherfucker
Something wicked is coming
[Verse 4: Big Lokote]
You don’t know, that I’m behind
I speak to the temple, it’s murder time
Studio gangster talking shit
This is for you levas, eat a dick
Hear ‘em screamin’ cause he’s about to die
Lay the hydros, he’s underneath my ride
50 miles an hour, dragging em on his back
You’ll be dead when I hit the train tracks
All I see was a carcass mangled in the rear
Haters die, feel the fear
Test me motherfuckas
I’m a mad man
Send your familia your tripas in a trash bag
Something wicked, homicidal fucking sickness
Sickness homicidal Cuatro Flats killer unpredicted
I’m the reflection in the mirror
The shadow right beside ya
You best pray to god, I never find ya

[Verse 5: Stomper]
Having crazy dreams
Now what the fuck does it mean
Kicking back on my team
With the sack full of green
I got the hood sowed up
Got them big ass straps
Also got the tec’s, AK’s and 12 gauges on our lap
Got to watch our back
Trying not to snap
Cause I just got out
And I ain’t trying to go back
But I’m ready for war
I make ‘em lay on the floor
Just say a prayer to the lord
That I don’t come back for more
These are some crazy times
We going out of our minds
Can’t ever rest too many homies are dying
Seems there’s no one left
This fucking life is a test
I keep my head on my shoulders
Trying to deal with the stress
Something wicked is coming
Levas you better start running
I put my cuete and dump on a puto
Ese it’s coming