My lyrics phat like Don Cartagina,  you never seen a Latino Rapper pick  up tha mic and eat MCs like helatina,   from tha Bay area down to Argentina,  I be slangin' these lyrics in tha crack  houses like it was cocaine,   mira mija la firme Linya de rap familia,  no son Gallinas, killin' demons is a  mistamina, so we ain't scared of y'all,   we lived above tha law, now we got  pimps, addicts, thugs and these gustlers at tha altar call,   praying saying things like forgive me  for my evil ways then, get off they  knees and be delivered from 12 years of blazing,   praising tha Name of Christ, ain't  scared to give to give my life away,   for tha One who died on tha cross and  saved me when my life was triff, now  it's alright, God wrote these lyrics peep the copyright,   building an army in a world that's dark  so we can bring tha light, raising  veteranos Christianos that we call Hermanos,   deadly like rattle snakes but worse  when mics are in our manos, en mi cara  no dicen nada, puro Amenasadas,   wack envoyous rappers wann bite like  thousand piranhas, I bring tha heat  like a sauna filled wit Cubana mammas from Havana,   oye como va, whe I rock like Satana.     I stay humble and meek, get on my knees  and wash my brethren's feet, you quick to speak and judge,   I'm quick to turn tha other cheek,  forgive my foes 479x's then add 11,  just to equal 70x7, Rap Reverend,   preachin' sermons to those thug living,  killing, sinning, feeling that they could never be forgiven,   ghetto prison is where they living so I  make isistions, cut to the heart, then operate,   tell 'em tha sons Arizona if you ain't  getting' what I be spittin', get me  grab weapon, sawed off K.J.V.,   wit 66 clips that are made for hitting,  straight to tha heart for we wrestle  not against flesh and blook, saved thug,   blastin' patnas wit God's love, pump,  pump, you get struck, when I dump, wit tha pump sawed off,   tha old man gets hauled off, and that  preaching at its best, from tha Westside,  do or die, preachin' Christ crucified.     One of tha las street preachas left,  poet assassin, (what) scarface in tha  flesh, straight out tha West,   where they ride on they enemies,  striptease, pour out liquor for  tha diseased and jack for car keys.     What up mamma, it's tha Rap Papa,  Don Dadda, tha one who used to smoke  grama, from Nicaragua,   sip champana in tha sauna hollering  Hey Caramba, now I'm tha redeemed hoodlum  telling 'em Cristo to ama,   I'm a bring tha drama, like Tony Montana,  cuz when demons step to me they get cut  worse than shrimp at BenniHannas,   back in tha day we'ed hit weed and smoke  roaches, but we ain't no playas, tell 'em  why, we some coaches, I get ferocious,   then I bury all you cochroaches, gt bent  off tha Holy Ghost and take it by tha doses,  Bibles in my holsters, seen me on tha poster,   devil outlined in tha chalk, I walk tha  walk and talk tha talk, Jehovah knows  this, being a Christians on a day 2 day,   forget tha halfway, can't havler praise  tha Lord, then smoke and sip tha alizay,  or tangaree, or you'll get blown up like a hand granade,   I ain't afraid, I slit the devils  throat wit my switchblade.    these lyrics are submitted by FF5 Fan