Otro Muerto Pa La Camilla

Another dead for the Gurney
Every time I grab the pencil
Another dead for the Gurney
Every time I come up with a theme
Another dead for the Gurney
Every time I pull out my phone
Listen, you know why I'm the one who puts
The evil in the music (they're scared)
Because if one day a bus stops next to you
Playing one of my songs (I grew up in evil)
It's two things, either they're a fan or you're the next dead for the Gurney

You keep saying that wherever you see me they'll give it to me
And I'm out there burying the short one in the glass
Like moles under the ground around your house
I'm crazy for them to iron me so they see how bad they have it
The emergency goes up, the car leaves
It stops abruptly and I pull out the stick and they shit themselves
I break what I break with a Jordan and the tatos
And later I go down to your house with half of Juana Matos
You're shopping and we're setting up the snail
So when we find you we can break into your mall
I empty it rewind selected as Becky says
Checky died, dark Checky

When the wua, wua sounds
Another dead for the Gurney
Another scene, yellow tapes
When the wua, wua sounds
The siren screaming problem at you
Run or the street burns you

I am the beast, half witch, half animal
Jesus Christ's fear, the super abnormal
Companies, everyone put on achun collars
When rappers cry coming soon
I, I, I don't even write anymore, my mind writes on its own, what the hell
I give her the concept and she composes them on her own
Gue, pepe
I have two combs full to the top
And I put you clean no need to pep me
The climate change, the whole street alqaedas inc
The Mario Bros of the princess, the one who makes her tinkle, tinkle
The one who equips himself
He gives a little kiss to the baby in the pipe
I buy a factory Glock and the combo chips it for me

How to believe in fear if I grew up in evil
If since I got the idea that all the short ones kill the same

When the wua, wua sounds
Another dead for the Gurney
Another scene, yellow tapes
When the wua wua sounds
The siren screaming problem at you
Run or the street burns you

Greetings to those who instead of helping you, unhelp you
Greetings to those who are crazy about putting their foot in to make you fall
And their hands so you don't get up
Greetings to the hate committee
Alexio the beast, the witch
A little greeting to my fans who will never
Be like yours
We are the ones with the black heart
The Jonny Boom Boom movement
The ones who have the monopoly of the dance floor turned upside down
To all of you, you understand me manin'
Another dead for the Gurney tell them kenet
That these people have more movies than red box
And this is Alqaeda incorporated
Vitaso, Malac, J The Best, Saca mostro says the skinny
Hey be careful when you go underwater
Because I can go underground
I'm the one who puts the evil in the music
I am the Good and the Bad