Escute Mudo

Hello, it's recording (go on bitch)
Before sending this sound I just wanted to make it clear that
I have nothing against funk
I even like some cool funk, like the old ones, but
(You're silly, faggot)
I just have disgust for closeted pedophiles even more
(The thing is gonna get crazy, spoiled kid)

Negro says certain freaks out, your mule, annuls, your brain
Backwoods, crazy
In the search, stupid, for goods, in the magazine, the figure is there
In the column
Image taken, mirage of a short film in Urca
Filming, of the moon
We fight, fall, get up, hit our heads and don't lose our
Behavior

Dawn is a whore, pedophile fruit, and worm
Son of a bitch
Stupid, and absurd dispute, of who twerks more without
A shirt
It's revolting, so rise up, protestant, activist, of
Kunk
With blunts, of kunk, punk, junk, trash, drunk
Funk

Smoking a monkey, monkey, monkey
Without seeing the color of money, money, rany_money, they grab the
Telephone
Dismiss the blatant skunk, in our cone's bong
That reached the horizon, with verses and microphone

Beat boy, and speakers, attitude, to escape from the
Cops
And I blew the siren with a blunt, punk, and a grenade
A tank
Similar thoughts, when united, go into
Trance
And the problem is constant, in the drug dealers' playground

They attack, I'm without evidence, without a license, at the wheel
And the batora with a string, of giant hashish
We're mafia not a gang, drug dealers' playground
I'll go from here to the Andes, only if someone sponsors me

Because money is not there, trank, but what doesn't lack is
Kunk
Little pussy, ask me: pirimpimplin, lick me
Guci-guci, boli-boli, Coca-Cola, says it makes you fat
When I buy it, throw it away, and it bothers me
It's fucking

I'm not a pimp, I'm not a prostitute
I'm not a gigolo, I have content
Listen mute, if a prostitute is a whore, a gigolo is a jerk
For me, it's all the same shit, set fire to everyone

I'm not a pimp, I'm not a prostitute
I'm not a gigolo, I have content
Listen mute, if a prostitute is a whore, a gigolo is a jerk
For me, it's all the same shit, set fire to everyone

Every woman wants to marry a millionaire
Playboy
But cheats on him with a loser, to reach
Orgasm
And the rich guy didn't see, sucker, because he was polishing the
Car
Worried, about the new scratch, on his new BMW

And the batora escorts by the side, rat, in the act
And the beauties, bitches, I trace, for the pelas, shins
Taco
Waste yourself in the mirror, while I spend your girl on all fours
If you're a bitch-boy, I'm a boy who fucks bitches, high

I speak slang from my gang, in my rhymes, straight
Get lost, you shitheads, you pelas, full of old
Leper
Fashion catches and dies, no one remembers Perlla anymore, huh?
And in the MC battle, I release the batora and shout catch

Stretching, sex without feeling, I represent the cone
Sex is the best moment, I like all the time
I enjoy life in talent, I make mistakes and fix them
I live right for the right in the concrete jungle straight talk

German comedy I veto, get out leave me alone!
Get 1 meter, but don't fall from the ceiling, be smart and
Close
Conecrewdiretoria slang and dialect I leave for my
Grandson
Not for the bitch-boy with Bebeto's shorts

Terrorist throws a bomb, give me my trunk here
Everyone mocks only in the shadow, I'm burning a joint with the
Cert in the gym
The cops only see shadows, little shoes that
Haunt
I want peace and kill pigeons

Bitch-boy dances and spreads out a strange situation
Sausage or steak, rap is only for those who have a morning
Your sound is for the tranny to move fat, mine moves
Mountain
Pederasty championship you already know who wins

And the prostitute with the one that pisses me off, 1 minute
Of mourning
A comedy like this I kick, I suck girlfriend
Slut forms a group to talk shit about me
Pimp, gigolo tic tic your end has come

I'm more me, a skater rat, flying
Playing with flip-flops, the aerials going high
Neguzin, stop, likes it, when, listens, but doesn't see
Because it's stereo, sonorous, distances me from the TV

Alienate people, alienate Globo, to you
Alienate SBT, and also RedeTV
PCB, PC, PC do B, PT, and PTC
Go to hell with everything

So you mean you're a pimp? You asshole prostitute
Gigolo, who gives ass to earn your commission
No, no, I don't think so, you earn money to go to bed
You're already old, you're not a kid and you remain a bitch

Your fame, with your little mustache, painted, blonde
Your blondor disgusts me, disgusts me, tacky pedophile
Drinking beer at the gas station, and I drink my 88
You're a new kid, scraping from the bottom of my pit

Old notebook pen, medium, on the ceiling's marquee
If it's tatin, and you don't get it, I get a nail
Papatin, brings stencil, tatin, for me
And the pedrin, brings the wine, from benflogin, from boldin

Rany money and Maomé closing the green team
And Dedé at the wheel crazier than Mr. Bean
Aim, to cause the end, of the whole society yes
Because, that money, they didn't give to me

Killing the originals, strengthening the bling-bling
It's in the plin-plin ads, that the money rolls freely
Doodling, pirimplinplim, carrerin, in the dressing room
Cheers
Eating quindim, caviar, or something like that

Thinking you're a Saiyan, swordsman, or ninja
Throwing your stars, while I smoke with the
Guaxinin
Juan, rasta, and bolovin, with Shawlin's CD
Burning one with rosemary, hungry, even owing my
Kidney

I'm not a pimp, I'm not a prostitute
I'm not a gigolo, I have content
Listen mute, if a prostitute is a whore, a gigolo is a jerk
For me, it's all the same shit, set fire to everyone