Here Comes the Knightowl

Here comes the Knightowl (Knightowl)
Here comes the Knightowl (Knightowl)

[Verse 1: The Knightowl]
Bring them all around, say you want to battle me
Did you want to get down
They flip when I want to trip with my clip
Shooting them down to ground
Everybody knows that I got a gun, that'll never miss
Put them in a line, bet I make a rhyme
Swing like me fist
I'm ready to blast them, rappers out last them
Todos saben simón, that'll I pass them
Vatos crumble and mumble, then rumble
Cause I'm dropping my shit like a fumble
Back with another style on the microphone
I'mma rip it up, so I think that you better go
Soy mexicano, loco vato, matón, marijuano
Some say that I'm nuts
They say cause I'm splattering guts

[Hook]
Oh, Knightowl
Oh, Knightowl
Here comes the Knightowl (Knightowl)
Here comes the Knightowl (Knightowl)

[Verse 2: The Knightowl]
Smoking, I was in a mind
With a new style that I put the rhyme
When I'm rapping on the microphone
All the fools know what time
It's is, digging up a grave, funerales
I'm packing up, now think, boy your rap stink
Cause they want to battle but the man will sink
Head-butt them, I gut them, the bitches I nut them
A knife in the pansa, The Knightowl will gut them
To those actin bad like a nose I'ma pick them
Blast them and after they die, I'ma kick them
Put them on the ground
Hit them with a sound, that is going to rock you
Incase you don't like a jam that'll I make, vato well fuck you
The man, is back, attacking to those that are stepping
The Knightowl will packing a weapon

[Hook]
Oh, Knightowl
Oh, Knightowl
Here comes the Knightowl (Knightowl)
Here comes the Knightowl (Knightowl)

[Verse 3: The Knightowl]
Got to them on the run, putos I'm back
Never try to box the sureño that is on the mic
That is going to burn them up like rocks
Now know that I'm on the go
I let stereo bump hoe
Bitches on my jock like if they know me
Pienso mucho en los días que tu me ofendiste
When I was broke, tu te fuiste
Now I'mma get them, the putas I'm with them
Many will come around, when I spit them, the rhythm
Better get away, when I'm in a mood to spray
Lots of putos fall, un cyclone bien cabron that'll make them crawl
La pistola suena, y el balazo truenan
Yo los quemo como yerba buena

[Hook]
Oh, Knightowl
Oh, Knightowl
Long night Knightowl
Long night Knightowl

[Dialogue: The Knightowl]
Simon, The Knightowl's back
With another smooth mothafucking track
And to all of you socas que quiera pedo
Medan se en pinche dedo