Crazy Hispanic

[T-Bone] Well its that crazy MC the one that nobody can control So give me the microphone my name is T-Bone I know you want to fight this, pull out your pen and write this Cause you know I be the hypest, but I dont smoke blunts like Cypress I never have, and I never will kinda like 7-Up, so shut up Before you get cut up wit another lyrical piece of glass Gettin thrown from the dome of T-Bone To all them rappers sayin that my GOD is not real But they dont be knowin my GOD is magnificant, Omnipatent I'm obiedent cause if I disobey I'd be burnin in the fire Cause the devil is a liar Tryin to make me fall any way that he can Like makin me think that I'm the man By puttin a Glock in my hand or a beer can Then I be hearin these voices sayin sip it Put I buck the devil down, and grab the mic and start to flip it Flop it, then I be pullin my Bible out of my pocket And remind the devil that he's been defeated, nobody cheat Jesus Christ won fair and square when He died apon the Cross Which mean the blood was not lost So devil get the heck away from me cause I'm that crazy hispanic When I grab the mic I start to panic Committin perfect crimes, wit the perfect rhymes Mutalatin demons, hold up I think I somebody screamin Oh I think I recognize that yell That the sound of twenty thousand demons burnin in hell And if you dont want to be there, then you best change your ways I eat demons like a pack of Frito Lays, anyways I got my dues, so gloria Jesus Go out and tell the devil theres a crazy latin on the loose [Chorus] Cause no one can handle and wonder and loco A crazy hispanic [2x] [T-Bone] I be that latin MC, that the devil can't see Like the wind that hear goin in ear Like a cutip or even Casper the ghost I burn MCs like toast The oven's hot roast dont mean to boast But since the age of 8 I have been unfadeable Suckas get big heads, but head is not inflatable So if you like hip hop while I beat I got em From the top to the bottom, Bob Cat brought em From the top of his dome to the studio Wit this crazy flow to the radio, gotta save a soul Is what I'm screamin, I got a demon on my infered So I pop the demon like a fat pimple on my head Nuff said, demons on the ground all around Maybe next time they'll think before messin wit the brown Crazy hispanic, skitzophranic type of fellow I eat MCs like jello, hello Lay your head apon the pillow, cause your raps need a nap Oh snaps, crackle pop, this some real hip hop Not some drip drop, water down type of junk punk But the type of stuff that makes demons weary They fear me, like a mouse does a cat Cause I'ma maniac Nuts, out of control The devil tryin to steal my soul But he won't suceed, I'll make him plead and bleed Mercy, mercy to this crazy hispanic And then I'll do it all over again [Chorus] [T-Bone] Well its that lunatic latin comin straight from the mission District I get ballistic let me kick this Rhyme, like a sucka ballin to the devil catta No dijo nada, con de una pallada Im the brother wit the bald head like Mr. Clean Settin demons on fire, tryin to put em out wit gasoline But for some reason gasoline ain't helpin Demons keep meltin, like a ice cream sundae Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Everyday I praise the Lord, and hang demons wit my mic cord Then I hit em wit my bat while the one the floor Hold a sec I think I hear somebody knocin at my door Knock Knock who's there, Jesus, Jesus who The one who loves, and can change you, rearrange you From the top of your head to the tip of your toes To afros, bald heads, dread and all the stuff Rough and rugged by my style Like a juvenile gettin buckwild in the streets I teach over beats Cause thats a secret to reach ya and teach ya So that the devil won't defeat ya Wack MC get cut like trees, wit ease Geez, I eat em like Chinnesse Wak Tak Tu Ya, whats your technique My technique is unique Lead by the Holy Ghost I got the type of skills that burn demons like toast So pass the M I C and let me flow like the Atlantic The Terminator couldn't stop me, cause I'ma crazy hispanic [Chorus]