End of bloodline

“Haha Look at you… tryna dress the part, act the part, talk the part.

You out here flexin’ like you built for this, but you ain’t walked through blood.

You ain’t seen blocks go dark, you ain’t carried the dead you don’t see their face every time you close your eyes

You just a clown wearin’ a gangster’s skin.”

Let me tell you who you fucking with now!!

“I ain’t no vato any more I’m worse

I’m a motherfuckin’ monster!!!!!!

H VAC by day. Executioner by night.

And when I’m done, your whole bloodline’s gone.”

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In Day I’m on the rooftop’s , gauges wrap around my shoulders

Wrench in hand like a halo, but you don’t know what I’ve felt.

Neighbors wave at the worker, see a man with a plan,

But behind that calm smile lives a very different man.

I bleed Freon from the lines like I drain out veins,

Every hiss in the silence is another soul claimed.

By the time the sun drops, I’m no tech anymore,

I’m the phantom in your window, I’m the knock at your door.

Carne asada on Sunday, laughin’ with the wife and kid’s not knowing who I am or who I was

But the rage in my chest is a beast I can’t hide.

You play gangster for clout, for attention, for show,

I erase generations, leave no bloodline to grow.

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I’ve dragged bodies through basements, blood pools in the floor,

The same torch I use on copper burns your face into more.

Every duct is a coffin, every vent is a tomb,

I move ghosts through the airflow, fill the city with gloom.

Blood sprays like refrigerant, mist hangin’ in air,

My gauges read crimson, death balanced with care.

You brag “top dog,” but your bite is all fake,

I dismantle dynasties while you pose for the take.

I’ve burned houses to silence, left apartments in flame,

Watched fathers hold children as they vanished in pain.

I laugh in the smoke, where the monster feels free,

A technician in daylight, but at night I’m a demon

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When I close my eyes, I don’t dream, I destroy,

See nations collapsing, hear the void lose its noise.

Ten lines deep in sangre, generaciones erased,

I don’t kill for respect, I kill to darken the place.

I’m extinction in motion, storm dressed in flesh,

I don’t leave no survivors, I don’t clean up the mess.

By day I’m on rooftops, the sun burnin’ my skin,

By night I’m the cabrón that the darkness lets in.

You shook hands with a worker, thought you knew who I was,

But you dapped up the reaper, and I kill just because.

Your bloodline’s already numbered, your name written down,

When the monster comes for you, silence buries the sound.

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“You thought you were the top dog? Nah.

You were just food.

You saw the HVAC man.

But you never saw the monster.

Now your whole bloodline’s gone.”