Rap Del Asquerozo

This is the rap, the rap of the gross
They look sideways...get lost, kid
I don't pay attention to them, I'm not a fool.

I want more food, that's why I'm starving
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They call me lazy, also a scoundrel...
that I'm a bad singer...that I don't respect anyone.

I sing my songs, protest songs
and they're cool songs, even if they say they stink
I pick my nose, round it up
I eat it slowly, and start over
I want more milanesitas, teacher.

And let the fat girl not eat anything
if she doesn't give me, I pick a little booger
I ignore it and eat it in slices.

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I sing my songs during the meal
I steal the hot dogs, and the little burgers
and when everyone leaves the table
come sticks, come with Gamucita.
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The coagulated blood mixed in salad
and the warm vomit that belongs to a relative
they're not tasty meals but they're effective
to kick out the fat girl and eat her food.

This is the rap, the rap of the gross
They look sideways...get lost, kid

I want more food
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