Buah!

Ha, ha, ha, bastards with more, with more rhymes, ha, ha

Someone is waiting for me in heaven or in hell
got a pen
then I'll grab a microphone
and any attempt to stop my cucumber
is going to be in vain, bastards
there are no instruction books to stop this
a planet where men slip on banana peels
the sky is blue I believe
my rhymes sound in stereo
it's like crashing skull against a wall
hard, hard
got my penis ready for any shaking
they never know who's coming
or they never know who I come with
it gives off fragrances that cause collective dizziness
and I'm the only one standing on stage
many hate the mother who gave birth to me
ass-lickers out there talking shit between puffs
Mcs who play with me in rap
already know I'm the cool guy in the neighborhood
I never give expired rhymes
where do my kicks land?
who can't find their phone to call home
and nowhere does anyone seem to understand your language
with me it's no joke
in no way
don't let it happen that you're the last straw
keep calm
try the energetic honey from my hive, baby

CHORUS:
Wow!, wow!, wow!, Wow!, wow!, wow!, Wow!, wow!

wow!

The best of all the things that revolve around me
is not having them, it's getting them
and the best of getting them is having them
they are valuable like pearls, do you want to see them
hear them, touch them, caress them
my words can dig deep like coves
wala!....
make the dirty moves you have to this side
I have a stomach inflated with dirty moves
my cool gang with the brain damaged
here plan b is more used than a whore's pussy in Las Ramblas
the Boy always does what he must
even though he's thin, there's no wind that can take him away
I walk on the asphalt
as if it were a baby's butt, smooth
tell me, do they know
make sure your seats are in the horizontal position and your seat belts
fastened
fucking evil men
rude chickens, and fools with burst asses
high-flying rap

CHORUS

If you are always where you have to be
and I am always where I have to be
we don't have to make any pua
we don't have to be kissing all day
shit and boats float in the water
the weight of this microphone is being lifted by my crane
my roll is fine with my dirty tongue
ready for whatever comes like the hero of a Manga video
do whatever you want, don't move from here baby this is a job for me alone
you have the cloud of my mega rhyme on you
there is no possible escape or material impermeable enough to resist
you're there screaming please stop
but since I was a child I was not very obedient
so forget it
a big greeting to my favorite Pedro
who always rolls me good stones
we learned math together when we started seeing bills
we're around here
we brought the rockets
if you come with us watch where you go
and if you get lost don't tell me
you hear 7 notas 7 colores
now but they were already there before giving you more teeth than cocaine
and putting more eggs than the hen

CHORUS

Bastards with more and all that stuff
Mucho Muchacho is on the microphone
rhymes like rhinoceroses
my Elements people strong
Zemo Ese