Quién Pidio Pollo?

Uh, uh
Hey yo, Double Portion, yo
Rascal, uh
Uh, uh

Cake, I like dirty rap
Incapable of telling you no
Sheets stained with fluids
Because of your pH, I've turned into an SOB
Shame is painted, bring that rum
I love shameless women
Those who stay even after knowing I have nothing
And me? I trade company for obstacles or something to drink
I'm after the looks you can't see
You know what? I seek what's out of reach
I walk hand in hand with death like Uribe Arce
I'm carefree about life
Seeking a balance far from your support
I offer you a mortality rate, don't even have tea for it
Rap accounting, a PhD in not knowing what to do
Just wanted to get off and I know it wasn't mutual
And you? You were her hostel and easy money
I was the necessary dose for her strange way of loving
I bet I can lay her down
No allusions to love, no train rides, dad

That's not love, woman, not our case
You shake my ground, that's why I'm on the wrong path
We don't go out anymore, hope you come out with weirdos
Just being careful not to get caught staring at your ass, hey
I propose and it sounds good, brother
A dirty woman doesn't get cleaned in someone else's house
I'm not asking for your hand, I settle for a full night
And tomorrow an early goodbye
And are you flying high? He who sleeps with kids wakes up shit
I don't sleep with minors, trust more in buddies than in sluts
I have the silence that violates their feelings
I'm the one who waters what he plants
The one who denies a lie until the truth catches up
My eyes go with the brunette who passes by, and if another brunette passes by, she comes back and passes by
I didn't order, you were fast food
I have the dust to hide your pale face
Any reason is valid
The tails and legs end up intertwined

Marriage is poison and for a reason it rhymes with ammonia
If you get married, send me the leftovers of your cake in aluminum, yo
Rap is my destiny, I don't believe in saints but in demons
If there were a God, there wouldn't be beggars, my mission is to do the missionary
I'm a wretch and at least honest
May your God pay me and mine hit you
More swallowed than your thongs, I'm a prisoner
Sad Neighborhood is not so sad, Bello is not so beautiful
I look at your ugly fuchsia-dyed hair
To scam the idiot man who's no David Murcia
Neither here nor there, if I came and you left
You seem like the USA, everyone wants to leave through the hole and my only way out was to put them in
Better not stir up dust in dry land
I'd have faith if I were blind, but I won't believe it until I see it
I never hold back, even if you're on your period
I go overboard and it passes and in bed, problems are solved
There's no concert and I'm about to touch myself
If they talk to me, I play dumb to see if the day brightens up

Who ordered chicken?
If the hen laying the eggs is from another rooster
No one can touch my balls
Not enough grass for all this bullshit
Who ordered chicken?
If the hen laying the eggs is from another rooster
No one can touch my balls
Not enough grass for all this bullshit