Duro y a la encía

Smooth, you're killing me.
Hard and to the gums, you have everything soft.
Tell me, what are you talking about?
Speak, what are you telling me?
Tell, what are you saying?
Claudio's neck rolls down the street,
I drive by even if everything explodes later,
I jump running over the roof,
what a race in a vertical direction
and I had the car just checked.
Bodywork and paint cost a fortune,
the windshield wiper got stuck.
The boring barman is out of it,
the eardrum broken and the brain drilled.
I say one thing, the opposite happens.
I can't stand my opponent's success.
And I argue and use reason,
I can't understand it no matter how much I think about it.
You're making me lose
the little education I had.
When I see my enemy on TV
there's no choice, to fight the disgust,
but to go to the station to distribute
slaps, punches, headbutts, pulls
of ears? Yes, and also of the balls.
The Planeta prize is a lot of money.
The mansion in Puerta de Hierro with so much space.
Parties in the palace where everything goes slowly.
Why talk about the rolls in the hay
of the minister's wife and her bodyguards.
Well, what do you know, how nice,
the day has come:
Hard and to the gums.
Cleats, like Pérez de Tudela,
that serve to climb, that serve to scale,
that stick in the lip and the palate.
In the Himalayas no one can hear their screams.
Don't bother me, mosquito.
Paff, Z Z Paff, the insecticides
will never heal your wounds.
DDT in the coffee, you're so stupid,
what a day you're giving me
and the gums keep bleeding.
What's up, what's up? What's happening in the world?
It's a bit messed up and it's a blast.
Long live Jalisco and let the conga begin.
Alarm, alarm, the Indians are coming,
the Serbs, the Moors, the Yanks, the Russians, the punks.
Who saves the queen? It depends?
And I don't remember anymore, and I'm dying.
I'm going to rip out what you don't need,
thigh, leg, breast, wing,
garlic, onion, and cheap food.
Today you're left without vinaigrette, without water,
without bread and without a disco.
Die and get out of this world,
you'll never taste Facundo's sunflower seeds.
Take Jeroma, gummy pills,
Romulus and Remus take them in Rome.
Dagger in the salad and poison in the soup,
what disgusting wine past its date.
Smooth, you're killing me.
And hard, we're finishing.
Well, what do you know, how nice,
the day has come:
Hard and to the gums.
- Do you know what I'm telling you? I'm going to slap you
I'm going to rip your head off.
Your teeth will dance the casatschok.
Yes, I'm talking to you. I'm going to slice your belly.
I'm going to pull out your intestines
and I'm going to strangle you with them.
With whichever you prefer. Which one do you prefer?
The thin one or the thick one?
But first I'll empty them in your mouth,
the thick one, all the crap on your damn face,
you idiot!!!