it's the sound sick contagious from below sea level in El Centro from deep in the soul of your here and now can you hear the bells ring or the conflict demons speaking in your own voice when I say that I'm a grand master wizard holy warlock of the Christ like hard core cut throat unto them unclean souls that be tormenting you in the flesh and bone of visable world I'll give u the keys to unlock your self from the dungeon with unseen sound breath understanding of my acopella rare doowop when I spit devil horn lizard lyrics canstin out demons with a double bladed sword contest to a art and scientific logic with in your brainstem in the sternum c entro n tu pecho cuerpo spiritum sanctum were ever the holy war ghost wants to Rome we're u lay your head that will be the home holy dome of a sacrid minded diosyaqui Mexican Indian one god one man Christ like gangsters Los barrios de Dios one two step fassions of every saint got there own style sound approach now u know how the Christ be geared up now in these days... I be that sound breath walkinking zombie apocalypse been jumped stambed o.dies couple heart attacts mouth blood can't breath bout time a Mexican can die like everyone else but oh nah what iesu christium was up ....he say get up you the only Christo I got in the peublo ...daaaam it fair being a Mexican Santo of the Christo Jesus gotta go gotta go drawing souls faster than devil ain't no joke peace