Mierda (feat. Homer El Mero Mero)

[C.R.O]
Yeah, yeah dude
Barder$ click
The realest shit is made by us
Yeah, yeah, sons of bitches
So high even on the track
Barder$ click, spitting on the fucking mic
Yeah, two thousand and something
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Dedicated to my dudes

Bitch don't get involved, enlightened that you're a puppet
Don't talk to me about my crew because Bardero$ is respected
Shutting their mouths, dancing on the edge
Let them know that pure shit is back and more complete
Microphone on the edge, I come back with the slang
Just filling your ear with the most fucked up shit
They only fill their mouths talking shit about us
But to be honest, I never gave a shit
The shit hit harder than my tours wanted cream
And we brought them good crap
However, I order much more quality
Let those who want come, I'm high and with my niggas
Real shit, yes, yes
Real shit, my brother shooting cold blood in the ghetto, cold, cold, cold
Real shit, yes, yes
Real shit, it's not just the lyrics, our rebellion is seen

[Homer El Mero Mero]
On the street with homies
The same game again
The bitches catch fire
Bardero$ returns to the ring
They fattened our ego
Mommy, I won't deny it
The crew faces the blind
Drinking whiskey without ice
If you criticize my brothers
You don't know what's good
I don't even burn my hair
With cops or desperation
I always leave them an advantage
Because I still arrive first
Dancing between drums and boxes
I spit a nineties rap
You see, nigga, we have the most sought-after product in the area
The hit of this track
Will knock you out
My lyrics get pretty
To leave you in a coma
I'm rushing the beat to a thousand
And at gunpoint
Let that bitch scream
Bardero$ controls her
They wanted boom bap
We give it as a gift and with more drugs
Your lady asked for it, then devours it
The crew weighs heavy, active, lyrics invent at all hours

Yes, yes, at all hours
Yes, bitch, at all hours
At all hours
In the Rioba, Cutral Có