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Tititi Tititi titi
Hey

So you’re the Méndez, DJ Méndez, what the hell do you call yourself?

Huh? Who the hell do you think you are?

I thought you were a king, a Latino dude, where’d you get that from? I’m Latino, got thousands and thousands of records, still haven’t sold one, and you drop one and sell a ton, this shit ain’t right, man, and I still live with my mom, man.

To whoever it hits, it hits what I’m about to drop.
It makes me sad and fills me up that I’m about to blow up.
It’s unbelievable that they dare to talk all this crap.
They act tough and then throw shade.
Now explain to me, tell me what the hell you represent.
Because I, your master, don’t get you.
You never talk unless it’s in pairs.
Now this crazy guy has lost it.
You’re shit, you’re gay, here we come, I don’t give a damn, that’s all.
Stop fooling yourself and little by Uhhhh, it sounds fresh in different in English.
But nobody gets my way of expressing.
If representing the family is what I care about.
Sorry, I got too deep, dangerous tongue, the only one in the world.

Chorus:
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
Méndez the man, dude.
Dude.

Then you get heated because I mix my style, because I use fufú and the Willi Esco brand.
I wear whatever I want, and if I want to go naked, I do it without a care.
Méndez, the name weighs on you just like the old lady, I’ll pierce you with the Z and lancet.
Not even the Devil scares me, kid, because I’m the one who shows up to the Devil.
I just need a stage, and I do it in style just like Don Mario.
I can’t you see, buddy, don’t come with that crap, what’s up with me?
You don’t even speak Spanish and come to front.
With my own hand, I’ll turn you into sawdust.
You’re scared of me physically, psychologically, and I’m flexing with my music.

Chorus:
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
Méndez the man, dude.
Dude.
I need a stage, dude.
I do it better than Don Mario, dude.

Chorus:
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
Méndez the man, dude.
Dude.
I need a stage, dude.
I do it better than Don Mario, dude.

I thought you were a king, a Latino dude, where’d you get that from? I’m Latino, got thousands and thousands of records, still haven’t sold one, and you drop one and sell a ton, this shit ain’t right, man, and I still live with my mom, man.

Chorus:
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
You talk pure crap, you only talk about money, you think you’re superior, dude.
You talk pure crap, what’s wrong with you, you think you’re better, dude?
Méndez the man, dude.
Dude.
I need a stage, dude.
I do it better than Don Mario, dude.