La Fokin Moda

Mangao, painted, badly dressed
You have your sneakers covered in poop
You stepped on a cow dung the color of spinach
And you threw me to the ground
You cut off your legs with me
Residente Calle 13 counterattacks
From being an insect, you became a rat
A fucking rat
Cheap, dirty, with ticks
I'm going to hit you like a Mexican piñata
I'm going to hit you with pots and pans
And I'm not going to apologize in my life, I don't feel like it.
I'm not your buddy
Even if you give me money
I'm not your buddy
You're a pig
You're tiny, you're dung
You should commit suicide and take 90 pills
90 valium, 90 sticks
Get in your car, and drive 200 miles until you
crash.
Who is this miserable bastard?
Residente your fucking apprentice

I know I'm the fucking fashion
I know I'm the fucking fashion
You arrived late, go to the back
I didn't have to wait in line, I followed the flow(x2)

This man sneaks in
Like grandma's coffee
Calmly, at a slow pace
Slipping with the sole I advance
You got a duck instead of a goose
And you look at me like a gentle donkey
Yours tires like a double court
I'm tired of going out the wide door
I eat your ass even in the rematch
With my pitching I whitewash you without a stain
With every word
This man slices your jugular
Bleeding from the main vein
And your bodyguard won't save you
This is very musical, for you to understand the level
Where I hang out, Lucifer gangs
I write while eating, I fuck while writing
I breathe letters that blow my notebook
And with balls I practice
That's why I chew you up. It's not me, Puerto Rico says it
I compose you and decompose you
To throw at me, you have to be on a damn mushroom trip.
You and your crew suck my dick.
I have a couple of fans who want to sing
And are crazy to stick like chewing gum
But they lack practice, a new tactic
They are fake like plastic surgery
If you don't collaborate, I'll put your fingers in a blender
There's a rumor going around
That you're the rapper who cries the most
I put your tears in my canteen
And I swallow them
Where are the fish?
Calle 13 wants a couple of appetizers.

I know I'm the fucking fashion
I know I'm the fucking fashion
You arrived late, go to the back
I didn't have to wait in line, I followed the flow(x2)