Here comes the horns...

(Verse 1)

Step back when I bring the swing

Like the american pastime

That alow deliver to stack up black night

Makin' all funky like a futa

Hang four to you make more funky like a from free

Masta blocked like a ketshup scream

Is so MB in sun llamas to you funk that grill

Is the same delificius at the radios' DJ

The fake at the album collection lookin' lookin'

Rusia, puro delinquente session

>From sun up to sun down on a heart is my pleassure

Put on maleta, now I can see you

Thinkin' to yourself, dam I wish like to be you

Wishin' we could be fool as harvest bit club

You pal never trust to mark wako back yard party

That is on town, is on town...

That grows like the weels

Can't loco with sprees

Marco Polo, ha, you can't see me

Ha, you can't beat me

Fool, is so easy

Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north

So sit back and freest youself...

CHORUS:

Here Comes The Horns... (x 3)

(Verse 2)

Faullin' yourselves to bringin' mis rolas and we collect shit

You test a lot at your party, potion to blade this

It's all I got a bence so that the story estan it

Come in my side get the braise you need to stay braned

Yo, one of this story is part of something to happened

Some days of party enemy, don't feel the fool I cropped

So I just began to waisted because you ever tasted

Get up the gente hypnotic I got they last tasted

Some skin light man give me some psychedelic

Where all be drump and the shit, so pomp nigga smell it

They want fiesta, fiesta is what the habits give it

Rappin' and ---