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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr. Knight Owl
Mr. Knight Owl
Performer
Mr. Knightowl
Mr. Knightowl
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ramón Corona
Ramón Corona
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ramón Corona
Ramón Corona
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Here comes the knightowl
Here comes the knightowl
[Verse 2]
Bring 'em all around
Say you want to battle me
Did you want to get down
They flip when I want to trip with my clip
Shootin' em down to the ground
Everybody knows that I gotta gun that'll never miss
Put 'em in a line bet I make a rhyme
Swing like my fist
I'm ready to blast them rap boys out last 'em
Todos saves simon that'll I pass 'em
Vatos crumble and mumble then rumble
'Cause I'm droppin' my shit like a fumble
Back with another style on the microphone
I'ma rip it up so I think that you better go
Soy mexicano, loco vato, maitone, marijuano
Some say that I'm nuts
They say 'cause I'm splattering guts
[Verse 3]
Oh ah, oh ah
[Verse 4]
Here comes the knightowl
Here comes the knightowl
[Verse 5]
Smokin' I was in a mind
With a new style that I put the rhyme
When I'm rappin' on the microphone
All the fools know what time
It is diggin' up a grave foo nedzales
I'm packin' up, think, boy your rap stink
'Cause they wanna battle but the man will sink
Headbutt 'em, I gut 'em, the bitches I nut 'em
A knife in the pansa, the knightowl will gut 'em
To those actin' bad like a nose I'ma pick 'em
Blast 'em and after they die I'ma kick 'em
Put 'em on the ground
Hit 'em with a sound, that is gonna rock you
In case you don't like a jam that'll I make, vato well fuck you
The man, is back, attackin' to those that are steppin'
The knightowl be packin' a weapon
[Verse 6]
Oh ah, oh ah
[Verse 7]
Here comes the knightowl
Here comes the knightowl
[Verse 8]
Gotta 'em on the run putos I'm back
Never try to box the sureno that is on the mic
That is gonna burn 'em up like rocks
Now know that I'm on the go
Will your stereo bump homie
Bitches on my jock like they know me
Penso mucho los dias que tunno ven deiste
When I was broke to de quieste
Now I'm get em, putas I'm with 'em
Many that will come around, when I spit 'em, the rhythm
Better get away, when I'm in a mood to spray
Lots of putos fall, un cyclone bien cavorne that'll make 'em crawl
La pistola swuena, cervalasos trena, yo los temmo
Como yerba buena
[Verse 9]
Oh ah, oh ah
Written by: Ramón Corona
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