Arcangel Es Chota

(Real until death, did you hear, bastard?)
Anuel
(I'm going to shit on all the snitches)
The AA

They're off and don't light up
They're heading to Santa Cos and El Duende's retirement
One throws at Bad, but the other depends on him
Arca gives it to the women and Coscu sets their cars on fire

Abusers, frustrated because no one sells records anymore
I already killed them once, now they want me to unearth them
They're my bitches, Coscu, we throw together to hit
If you look for a headquarters on Google Maps, your house shows up

And in front a checkpoint with about a hundred patrols
Arca, leave the coke habit, I told you to tie your boots
And you put on the guard's boots, singing snitch
Talking street to me and you're [?] from Boca
More street than you is KAROL, I'm the one who made her tough

We know your hidden side
Walking with the lady and the kids, pills and coke inside the bag
We put Cucaracha kidnapped in the castle
We gave him a hammer and you were scared crying

Your mom defends you and you always mistreat her
Supposedly smoking Portobello, devil, bastard, what's with that racket?
Your baby mama's brother took out her shit
Supposedly the genre's goblin, bastard, you're my snitch, brr

Right now Bad Bunny kisses you
You're like Scarface, you smell the coke from the table
Legends never die, damn it
Today La Maravilla dies, the boat, and the princess

Living like in GTA, millionaire with all the cheat codes
Coscu is off with fingers in his ass caught
Arcángel smells and Coscu daily are thirty pali
No wonder he mentions Cali's coke in all his songs

The venereal infections you gave Lali
The so-called millionaires on foot, without a car like Tali
Why do you mention FARC, if they don't respect you?
El Duende is rubbing Santa Cos's pot

I walk with my devils in the bad and the good times
I passed by Arca's house and the sirens went off
Let 6ix9ine die, that snitch doesn't make me feel sorry
Bastard, you were the punch and bat of the girl's mom

When I'm never sick is when there's no Perco
Between devils we fought with balls, me and the one-eyed
Unhappy, they stole Kendo's money
Coscu slapped you at Calibash, they put you in all the concerts

Passing by little parrot)
To kill the depression that all of PR has given to Austincito's mom
Before the cults, Héctor caught you with a tambourine
It's not the same anymore, Lele is not there with the notebook

The parties broke, the faces melted, all turned to the side
Since we warred the first time you're off, I haven't heard you
The Prince 2 only sounds in your house
A million for AMIRI to prostitute me

And your mom and your brother are scammers
You have your woman hooked smoking your cigarettes
Brr, Passion of the Hawk
Let's talk about the threesomes she had with Gargoyles and Nicky Jam

Frabi, your younger brother is looking for you, Eyner
You didn't write to him in prison, you don't give him a penny
But there's money for whores and Hermè wallets
He got out of prison and they didn't pick him up after seven years in the Federal

Pig's tail, that's what you are
Thank God it's music, because otherwise you'd die
Talking about my woman and yours has been fucked by the whole gang
Talk about Lali, in Austincito's face he shot her with milk

You bit yourself for the photo with Dominio
Talk about Carmen, who looks like the monkey from the Planet of the Apes
You say I'm sick to hide
Nicky got mad because you gave Janexsy herpes

Now he's going to deny it in an interview with Chente
He's going to upload proof that he's clean, but remember
We know that for money anyone sells themselves
Unmasking pigs, no, unmasking El Duende

Let your old diss track for Jowell and Randy be heard
You threw me with the same shit, you don't have a pencil anymore
My house is worth seven million, I'm Illuminati
I started buying tanks, that's why I sold the Bugatti

The Lambo is worth a million, you snoring all your career
With the Panamera and I bought it in prison
From sniffing coke so much you fucked up your heart
Snitch, for a concert you've never earned a million

You don't fill stadiums or coliseums
The toughest thing you've done in your life is fill the Choliseo
In Stake they gave me eight million to play roulette
They gave you eight million worth of cookies

Damn, don't keep talking shit, your teeth are worth money
Human rat, you infected Carmen's womb
I am The AA, the devil in person, the three sixes
I'm going to erase the face of whoever gives me a fade

The sticks have horns handled by my demons, brr
Snitch, you've spoken a couple of testimonies
Keep taking advantage of my son's innocence
It's not about Justin anymore, it's about Austin this wake

Snitch, chew pali, smell Perco
Wherever I see you I'm going to hit you in the fence
Tempo's dick is what you're going to have for lunch
You haven't seen what a devil is when he's going to be deified

You don't understand? Then I'll break it down for you
I assume so much that it injects you, I'm in your corner to lift you up
With what farm are you going to snore, if that looks like a field of Corozal there
You're throwing me now after you sucked me off in the Federal

In any mesh a mouse comes out
Count that you were talking about me when you had the heart attack
Look for the electroshock, but let it be from coke
Snitching me that I set up who? You're a federico, brr

If I get arrested, I already know it was you
Cum guzzler, when you talk you're understood glu glu glu
I'm Jordan, they can't handle me, and even if I have the flu
I appear right away, bastard, I'm not Beetlejuice

Sucker, I'm going to kill you so Carmen goes back to activating the strike she's been on since Teodoro to Bayamón
You preferred to wait for a judge to see if he does justice
You judged the alcoholic on Instagram and in all the news
But you're still campaigning, sponsored by the president

Charlatan (Hypocrite), your evil plan went wrong
You have chains, but where are the ones from all your clan?
You're broke (You're broke), saving the money you had saved
Who are you at war with? With you or with the sucker who's written everything for you?

Snitch, your skinnies are like Young Miko's jeans
Snitch, for you they put Finito on Xposed
The Ocean video was to send it to Austincito, brr
You crossed all the lines talking about my family

I'm going to get you, remember that I know your whole life
Sometimes you're so drunk that you pee in your sleep
Drunk, go to Alcoholics Anonymous, come to your senses
You cry when your drunkenness is talked about

But secretly you're texting RobGz with lust
If the brother were a snitch, he wouldn't be hanging out with me
You mentioned him and reinforced security outside
The patrols multiplied and the sirens doubled

This Christmas there's no Christmas Eve for El Duende
You're recycling rhythms, you're dragging me
Even he's kneeling, and the one who writes to you, take care of him, or he'll be kidnapped
In the first one I just vented
But in this one I'm possessed, they have to exorcise me

Do you know how many bastards want to kill me?
And when I go down to the island, the dick has to suck me
With Bad you reached the dealer after sucking his ass
Disguised rat, you like pure white

I don't talk to the crackmen, I talk to the tough guys
With bullets up, double magazines and guns without insurance
There's no farewell for anyone, let it be midnight
Whoever wants war, I'll kill them, I don't avoid friction

Maravilla bastard, get out of the closet
Your mouth smells like shit and you have milk on your mustache
You throw me with the track shit you threw at Polaco
Always mentioning the dick, bastard, if you want I'll take it out

Look at your videos and your portraits
You're skinny, old and big-headed, you look like a junkie, dick licker
Brr
What are you touring with balls of what the hell, bastard?
You don't do a damn tour, bastard
You sing in nightclubs and festivals, fool
You've never made the millions I've made touring, fool

Unhappy, I shit on your mother
Bastard, don't you get tired of making up shit in all the diss tracks?
A bitchy shit talker, making up any stupidity
That comes to your mind, you're hooked, bastard

What father of what, bastard? I don't have a snitch father
Who are you going to shoot at in 181, bastard?
If all you have are a bunch of cops at your house, bastard
You and all yours are snitches, bastard

You're the ones who look for a big problem, and to avoid war, you snitch under the water, bastard
You threw at RobGz when he threw at you and told you he was on his way to your house
You started snitching again
Daddy, don't talk about bandit problems to women

You started talking to Priscila so she'd call them, bastard
In case something happens, so she snitches
Because the street is for men, dick licker
Don't involve women, you don't have problems, dick licker

I'm going to break your face when I see you, fool
You'll see what's going to happen so you snitch and all your family, bastard
Life is beautiful until we catch you and grab you by the neck
If you say I'm going to file a complaint, why do you have so many cops in front of your house?

All those federals, snitch, bastard
You talk to a bandit and an hour later it's on Xposed
Even with a photo, bastard
Bastard, you're a snitch, you and all your people are snitches, bastard

And all who support you are snitches, bastard
Everyone respects me
And the enemies have to suck my dick
I have more soldiers than you

I have more devils than you, more money than you
I rap more than you, I trap more than you
And I sing more than you
And I write more than you, bastard, you haven't written a single one of your diss tracks

And don't talk a damn thing about Pacho, because among bandits we understand each other
And we fought and settled it, and fought again
And settled it again among bandits
But you'll never relate to any of that, bastard

Because among bandits and brothers, we tell each other the truth in the face
Whether we like it or not, bastard
You're just hanging out with a bunch of suckers who say yes to everything you do
And that's why you're throwing at me and you're going to die, bastard

Your career is going to end, dick licker
All those who throw at me, after six months their career dies, they disappear
And they never hit a damn song again, like Coscu, haha!
You mention Presi, and if Presi were alive he'd shoot you
Right now so you keep talking shit
May the brother rest in peace
Real until death