À Queima Roupa (feat. Funkero)

Bring the curse!
(Dududuh!)
Gaga-laughter!
Open the ta-por!
(Prrrrrrrrrr, for)
Pick up the load!
Saga. (bo-bo!)
We see all of them
(Ba-ba-baca!)
Weak, plate!

We see all have grenades!
Boom!
Papa is
A sham!
With
Don't come shaking your bu-butt
Damn! Ah!
You don't know anything
Because if you did, you wouldn't be
With your fingers pointing
My buddy says
My buddy ain't praying no more
He's armed
Stop with the complex
Annex, nothing certain
I've always been a cave wolf!

From the gray jungle, the protocol isn't Kyoto
Sprout throwing punches, fools in boots!
Pro-proposal!
Trap, for the homies
Niggas ratatá do
Trickery!
My quest is thirst
And the game's crazy!
Right, buddy?

I have the clan, and I don't mess with the crazy annoying
Crooked talk, got it?
This is the real deal
From the fancy to the catarina
Funkero brought the sum!
Urban cartel, cold-blooded
Warrior blood!
Hot buddy, raised

A drink in hell with the pen in raw flesh!
Back to the future at high speed!
V for vendetta
Just for cowards
Big badaboom
Ra-ta-ta-tá!
Bandit flow tearing up your head!
Point-blank!
AK bullet!
This track, hit hard!
Full clip, tripped!

Blinked, got hit!
Click, worm! Fell
Verbal ammo, plaw!
Instead of flowers
Barrage at my funeral!
Deadly flow
Guava-filled clip
Barrage for the assholes to suffer!
Decapitated heads
At the sword's end of a samurai!
No time for bye-bye
Leaves the crap on stand-by
Indian line of the doomed!
Hit each one in the head!
Get all this shit together
And throw it in a common grave!
Point-blank poetry
I have an arsenal

Sequence of parafal
Lethal wordiness!
Words burn like bullets
Burning your brain!
Costa Gold and Funkero
It's a shot in the head of the nails, bro!
Brazil! Crazy life!
Point-blank poetry!
Adapted clip
Hollow-point bullet!
(Plaw, plaw, plaw)

I'm not gonna waste my time just to tell you
You want to defame all my talent!
Always that crap, those stories there
Your mom already warned you to stop smoking!
And come to take it out
Stop it!
I'm gonna tell you
And ask
Any guy
Hmm
To screw you!
And kill you

Oh really?
You won't give in?
Then you'll screw up
You'll lose!
I guarantee my deal
I'll even tell your girl
To end your life and pass on HPV
Babe!
Forget about those junkies
Who take shots and dance
Who give you boots to be with another crying
Hey babe
Get ready and all, get ready properly
It's been a while since you scratched the tip of
Bring the pick up, it's the funk
And I say fuck it's my gang!
Not a funky sound, this is the bang
Just feel the tank and the kick of the Yankee
Yayaya... Making this sound is my leisure
Yayayaya... But it wasn't to please you
And I don't even care, feel the discrepancy
Why the fuss if I'm gonna sell more CDs

If I'm with my buddies
You'll already know! (you'll know)
There's no crooked talk
And no time to waste!
Verb is a point-blank shot
RJ and SP!
And just spitting flow, you scream
Wow, wow, wow