Fokin Moda

Messed up, all over the place, bad news
You got your sneakers all dirty
With shit
You stepped in a cow pie that looks like spinach

And you threw me to the side
You cut yourself off from me
Residente from Calle 13 strikes back
From being an insect, you turned into a rat
A fokin rat

Cheap, filthy, dirty, with ticks
I'm gonna hit you like a Mexican piñata
I'm gonna smash you with pots and pans
And I won't apologize in my life, I just don't feel like it.

I'm not your buddy
Not even if you throw me cash
I'm not your buddy

You're a pig
You're tiny, you're just shit
You should off yourself and take 90 pills
90 Valium, 90 sticks
Get in your car and drive 200 miles until you crash.

Who the hell is this miserable bastard?
Residente, your fokin daddy's apprentice

I know I'm the fokin trend
I know I'm the fokin trend
You showed up late, go to the back of the line
I didn't have to wait, I just rolled right in (x2)

This guy sneaks in
Like grandma's coffee
Chill, I ask for space
Sliding with my sole, I move ahead
You got stuck with the duck instead of the goose
And you look like a little tame donkey

You're getting old like a double court
I'm tired of coming in through the wide door
I'll eat your ass even in the rematch
With my game, I bleach you without a stain

With every word
This guy cuts your jugular
Bleeding out from the main vein
And not even your bodyguard can save you

This is very musical, to understand the level
Where I hang out, Lucifer hangs out
I write while I eat, I fuck
Writing, I breathe letters that blow on my notebook
And I practice like crazy
That's why I chew you up.

I don't say it, Puerto Rico says it
I compose you and then decompose you
To take me on, you gotta be on a crazy trip with mushrooms.

You and your crew suck my
asshole.

I got a few fans who wanna sing
And they're dying to blow up like bubblegum
But they lack practice, a new tactic
They're fake like plastic surgery

If you don't collaborate, I'll stick your fingers in a blender

Rumor has it
That you're the rapper who cries the most,
I put your tears in my canteen
And swallow them.

Where are the fish?
Calle 13 wants some appetizers.

I know I'm the fokin trend
I know I'm the fokin trend
You showed up late, go to the back of the line
I didn't have to wait, I just rolled right in (x2)