Mucho Power de Lele

Sometimes I feel like I've too much power
I feel like I can take you down tonight
I feel like I could run your life to the ground tonight
I feel like I could do it with no f*cking excuse

What you coming at me for?
If you come too close I swear I’ll bite
Swear I'll bite

God of War I'm on display
Talk your sh*t I pave the way
Hero k*ller like I’m stain
Got your blood up on my blade

Bit by bit I break you down
Bit by bit I leave you down in that pit
I pull the trigger feel that sh*t
I put you down like a b*tch

My chaos blades filled with rage
You can't look me in my face
All you snakes make me sick
All you bitches sucking d*ck

Bitches sucking d*ck hot girl summer sh*t
Ran some numbers up while I ran them up with my Darkest Summer sh*t
I swear you can't make this sh*t up
You say more people know your boy
But they've never heard his f*cking name
Don't talk to me I think I've too much power
Don't talk to me cause I think I've too much power
Don’t talk to me oh I think I’ve too much power
Don't talk to me cause I’ve too much power

Don't try to talk to me I've been screaming f*cking louder
I've been sitting in my throne in my mighty tall tower
You want me to crumble so you can step in and devour
But you reap what you sow
Left at the mercy of my power

Your stench is f*cking foul
Bite the hand that feeds you now
You run your f*cking mouth
And talk that sh*t you’re not about

Zealous lies
Tell the truth
Precious ties
Cut them loose
No goodbyes
Tie the noose
You mad cause I've got too much power

In my hands
I feel like Levi f*cking Ackerman
Cut you down and let you bleed
A sinner outta life span
You should know
I was born deep down in hell
I crawled my way back up
So I can drag you down as well

Like Icarus you
Flew too close and got burned
I got so much f*cking power
I'm the judgement you earned

None of your pleads will be heard
I'll wipe you off of the earth
All of your lies I discerned
Go tell your god what you learned
Go tell him what you did how you failed the f*cking test
I'm the right hand man who's gon lay you down to rest

So Father Time gon ring his bell
It sounds like its your final hour
You'll take your last breath
And then you'll die as a coward

F*ck my f*g is always lit cause I made a bag from all my sh*t
F*ck I love my sh*t
F*ck I love my sh*t yeah
Friends with my haters passing ends I'll see you later
Telling me what's sh*it
I'll make them turn up when it's lit
Got a bit of competition in my circle
Always talking shit but they run in circles
Monday I see love
Friday I see hate
If you've only heard of me then you're f*cking stupid late