## **Boom**
(intro)
The corridos girl here giving you the corrido of my king jesus the triple 8 the mexican dude with birthmarks and tattoos straight out of naked city las vegas hit it
(verse)
Boom, eyes awake,
The timeline he would break,
Shadows on the wall, move he can make,
The ground he can shake,
Luciferâs and Elohim's throne in 4 days he would take,
Did it during his wake and bake,
they took him out when he was a kid, his body parts down the lake,
Not a sidekick, this one be Robin,
Through your kingdom he be mobbing,
Weak Anunnakis, their little brains are throbbing,
His end the simpletons were plotting,
Batman to The Crow,
Is a nobody even with prep-time, he's no foe,
You might be a bat, but he is the real Murciélago though,
La cuarta espada,
el JesĂșs que te deja la espada clavada,
Por tus mamadas,
su inteligencia, pendeja no la igualas,
Youâre no King of Hell, te pasas, te la jalas,
TĂș con magia y el con espada y balas,
Sus intenciones con ustedes dos insectos son malas,
Babosos babas,
En el combate contra el nunca has podido, como Yahweh te trabas,
Mejor que el triple 8 jamĂĄs,
A veces estos gĂŒeyes son vatos o damas,
Pero no eres ningĂșn dios o nada de lo que clamas,
Un chiste tus famas,
Pero tu simple luz no puede con sus flamas,
Pinches pedĂłfilos lleno de dramas,
El tercer JesĂșs era Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli,
Lucifer, remember getting impaled by Achilles who was Yacatecuhtli?
This weakling Lucifer was Hector of Troy,
But you lack the skills to even land one hit on my king , my boy,
While Paris is Yahweh hiding behind the ways, pero jesus dijo ahĂ te voy,
Since Lucifer and Yahweh like little boys, you two insects will be his toy,
To have your heads roll at his feet will be my joy,
Porque el 4th JesĂșs, bola de pendejos, es el mexicano,
Bankai, he split you in half,
You weak goat and calf,
Both your heads will be the ornaments to his staff,
Some weak Anunnaki Martin,
Could never be a Cuevas o ser de Marte,
El mundo sabe que JesĂșs nunca fue judĂo y eso te arde,
Porque ÂĄGoya, Goya! Hasta que te harte,
Mejor que Coldplay el en la mĂșsica, en el arte,
Caile si te incomoda lo que dije, Chris, mi rey jesus te espera y falta que tu madre te parte,
Les arranca las almas en plena tarde,
The King of Hell is a pussy that won't come alone to kill him, my king laughs and says these putos in combat no pueden matarme,
Es la verga con la espada, ellos no tienen nada que lo alarme,
Hasta cuando eras Yahweh midiendo 7 metros, en 2 segundos te dio hacke mate, que no me mame,
Todas las peleas ningĂșn golpe has podido darle,
Ninguno de los dos pendejos hay que la arme,
Itâs boom time, you weak rabbit Acme,
Get cut by a thousand petals,
They will find both your little kettles,
Weak little devils,
Your head goes sideways as your death in your detached mind it settles,
he hasn't even gone to my segunda etapa,
In this stage su sable tu alma arrebata,
Cosa insignificante, barata,
His electricity tu alma permanente mata,
Lucifer, rata de dos patas,
Nunca llegĂł a ser gata,
Weak little rodents,
His power on a whole other level, itâs just more potent,
For your sins, the blame you put on humanity,
Lies bigger than a manatĂ,
But you guys are the ones who blew up the moon and killed horus,Isis, and Osiris, letâs get that into clarity,
You lost cause of your vanity,
To discredit him, claim that he lost his sanity,
Fuck your intelligence, you rats, I donât care about my profanity,
You tested him, with some ugly bitch named Lilith and Cash,
But youâre basic, Lucifer, any girl he can smash,
Why would he get with a psycho bitch thatâs a traitor? Thatâs too rash,
But he remembers Pocahontas, that youâre a traitor, in my eyes youâre trash,
But you pussies know where he lives, come alone and see how he takes your life in a flash.