[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me 
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

 This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me 
I wrote it [bad word] up, you see it clearly 

[Verse 1]

Enter the cult of the death’s gods, traffickers and ex-cons 
Skull and robe, hold the globe in outstretched palm 
revered image of [bad word]  here with the youth 
Vivid living proof spitting like ? in the booth 
Death is the beginning, so without fear [bad word] towards the willing 
Manufacturing murder anthems and songs of killing 
Ballads of massacre, the psalms of the forbidden 
Cash is the master of every broken law that is written 
Burning up the abomination conjuring hatred 
Virgin of the incarcerated martyrs of Satan 
Persecuted like the Inquisition in Spain 
Condemned, made to repent my religion of pain 
Set on fire like in Salem where the witches were slain 
Behind bars till I die for these bricks of cocaine 
No regrets though I pray to my saints often 
Holy death, lying awake in a coffin

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me 
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

 This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me 
I wrote it [bad word] up, you see it clearly 

[Verse 2]

They say the world don’t spin without the hand of God 
While them [bad word] priest trying to get a kid to give a handjob 
I guess that really means I am odd 
Cause I don’t let my kids get on their knees to pray for [bad word] slobs 
And I ain’t talking about Jesus see 
I’m just speaking on the cardinals, the BC 
This is the crazy [bad word] that we see 
That’s why I’m grateful that the streets are the only ones that teach me 
Yo, and on that note, they giving pedophiles months 
While they give the homies life for dope 
What kind of [bad word] is that? That [bad word] ain’t right though 
If a grown man wanna buy the right blow 
We’re like Vegas in a sense, you know it’s false hope 
Instead of slot machines and card games it’s all coke 
They making hustlers like us walk a tightrope 
While every other [bad word] snake is alright though

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me 
I’ve seen murder, disease, it’s all near me

This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), I know you hear me 
I wrote it [bad word] up, you see it clearly

[Verse 3]

New York is inhabited, there’s smoke in Los Angeles 
Long arm of the law is broken with bandages 
They call me Slaine, the La Coka evangelist 
Our spoken languages provoking the scandalous 
You dummies are dead, dummy, there’s a gun to your head 
There’s no loyalty left, just money instead 
My blood speaks the [bad word] that none of you said 
You should be fighting the power, [bad word] instead 
Where’s your heart at? Your bones weak 
You talk loud all the time, when I’m here you don’t speak 
When the heat’s on in front of you the pressure is real 
You’re a bunch of [bad word] sheep to a messenger’s hill 
I should have chapters in the Bible cause my testament’s real 
I’m a product of violence and mescaline pills 
Was you born to be a [bad word] cause it seems like it 
Your life ain’t nothing like mine, you just dream like it

[Hook]

This is all there is, now there ain’t [bad word] left 
It’s like I’m looking in the eyes of the saint of death 
(La Santa Muerte), these people fear me