Tiraera Pa' Don Omar

They told me that today you lost it
I believe it's true
They told me you're having a horn attack
I believe it's true

They told me lately you think you're the shit
I believe it's true
That's what you are, daddy
A piece of shit

You put your finger where you shouldn't, dumbass
And you pressed the button, yo'
Now pull the 4x4 and get on all fours
So you can endure what the cangriman is gonna throw, yo'

What's your deal
Coming now with the fronting
Saying you're the most street and humble, man
Because, my partner, the only street thing I think you have left
Is the pimp that runs through your whore account

That you have the flow and you stay humble
Everyone knows there's no one more plastic than Landron
You were acting all cool and now you're crying
All because the cangri has what you and your husband don't

We're waiting, big mouth
Because you're acting all tough and handsome, Papo
Come on, throw yourself to mess up your fuselage
So everyone can see a shit talker stay in hiding

Why the hell don't you understand that you're a handyman
You took all the dirt that was holding up, bye bye
My brother, recognize yourself, you already stink
Like a latrine to explode with the door open

Take the notebook of cuts and record a thousand songs
You won't hit again until the cangri gets tired of you
Rat, dirty mangrove eyes, you're a dead man
You should go to hell with what you're wearing
You're a big sucker, do whatever, I bet
That for twenty bucks you would have also been shooting [?]

Mere, crazy, and on MTV
People still aren't sure
If it was Don Omar or a vine that was there
Then don't go asking what's going wrong
You got kicked out of the special they just invited me to
If I were you, I'd start thinking
Instead of throwing tantrums, maybe you should quit

This is the cangri who rides on millions
My CDs run out and I reorder by the truckload
Not like other singers who are suck-ups
And spend all day collecting returns
Don't mess with the cangri, yo'
I'm gonna leave you like Batman's car
Spitting fire from behind, yo'

With Don Omar for the MTV!
With Don Omar for the Canary Islands!
With Don Omar here!
With Don Omar there!
With Don Omar, with Don Omar!
With Don, with Don, condom, condom
That's why I have it twisted at the tip of the

(Don Omar runs on gasoline)
Who's this?
Daddy Yankee