Chupala

And if you don't like this shit, suck it,
if you don't bet on us, suck it,
if your crew thinks they're slick, suck it,
Double V, Dogma Crew, right in your throat (x3)

[Long Ass]
So suck it! I can ride on syllables,
with no horizon but I got a compass,
with a blanket of stars overhead,
the darkness drives me like Coppola,
Dracula, not a fable, is here in your throat,
no scruples, no obstacles in sight,
Dogma Crew rises in hype and fucks your show,
minuscule, just the oracle with its tentacles,
it has maximum control and runs things from its seat,
addicted to creating scandals, Pablo, load us up
in your car and tonight we’ll win the title of vandal,
Dámballa guides us with stimuli,
your dirty face better change it 'cause thousands of disciples are on our tail,
put it in your article, rap in installments, ridiculous,
from Seville to Zaragoza, many miles but there are links,
it's sounds like a circus that fuck you in circles,
enjoy it, Legendario, grab the mic and spit it out.

[Legendario]
If they settle in the back and feel dizzy at the first beat,
the girls are really hot and they know what to do,
I'm loaded like a Magnum, damn skill,
damn sensitivity and damn burning in my stomach,
ugly pedestrian, five of them come together and they form a line,
Kase.O with Dogma, if the beat kills, it’s bumping,
dogmassacre, Gods in the shadows get used to it,
but not your boyfriend, feel the pressure of the dark,
there's no limit, give me a paper and I’ll return a weapon,
and like Tote, I do origami with your calm, so
you can chill or let panic take over,
grabbing onto a nail, a radish, swimming in mud,
it's just so you know, we’ll soak you from here to Nepal in cream,
alphabet holds a grudge, abused is my motto,
sons of bitches from planet Earth in general,
welcome to the verbal massacre, epidemic.

And if you don't like this shit, suck it,
if you don't bet on us, suck it,
if your crew thinks they're slick, suck it,
Double V, Dogma Crew, right in your throat (x2)

[Kase.O]
Step right up and see the strongman, semi-nude,
I grab the mic like a weapon, you look for a shield,
I'm a trapeze artist of verses on a tightrope,
no net and no harness, you see me, even on one leg,
focus on the greatest rapper of your time,
it touches you and dislocates you, your clothes don’t matter,
my rap is psychological and spiritual,
many come to my ritual, on a regular basis,
and it’s normal that my verbal contortionism,
makes your commercial rap disappear like Houdini,
come back! The charismatic Dogma group returns,
and Kase.O is back to define (to define),
because you call Hip-Hop any wannabe, aspiring yank,
to the weird beat that blasphemes against funky,
you can fool schoolgirls but not our fans,
don't come at them with your bad lyrics,
you’ll be the human cannonball in our tent,
my rap is à la carte,
your muses play the harp for me,
we’ll have to differentiate your crap,
from the good shit that united this group of friends,
you're here because of connections, with your faith I’ll fuck,
Javier spits on your pompadour, I already took your subwoofer,
to not hate you, we parody,
but Hip-Hop feels the heartache when you sound on the radio,
today we’re watching your circus, these five,
and many more kids who hustle from Monday to Sunday,
if you can’t respect this,
we’ll knock you off your high horse of money and its weight,
Emilio Aragón and his whole family are clowns (yeeeah),
so, with this I’m done,
Double V is on the way, Dogma Crew is what came,
there’s no fucking doubt, suck it!
your mom is the bearded lady...

[Devil]
I don’t need to kneel, you’re in danger for pointing me out,
I should remind you of my skill, we’re scared to tear you apart,
I can’t stand your faith and pathetic show,
your garden rap is embarrassing, here something practical is born,
let my virtue shine, if I need a temptation,
in the year I have little, I’m a jerk, take my direction,
you’re surprised by all the metrics, structure of this song,
I jerk off an old quadriplegic, you’ll see your future will be better,
and this isn’t a tango, nor is it mango juice,
it’s not the Bible, but it’s a dream where I appear in Syria,
it’s the Block Massacre from the mud, explosion in Libya,
fusion of the Ebro Valley and the Guadalquivir where we’re designated,
I’m eager to start smashing in this war again,
everything you try will fail, I slip away like a fish,
to compete with us you don’t need to take a number,
self-harm, sons of bitches, is a shot between the temples.

[Prodigal Son]
Faggot, shoot yourself and fuck your own brother,
hope your kid dies, wait, or rap with your dick,
you drive me crazy, I see it clear, I hate spring,
you know your rap is third-rate and I nail it in your fucking face,
brunette, you want fire, the Prodigal Son is now sounding,
and more than a prophet knows and reveals, I have poison in my veins,
I’m a problem and the last thing we have left,
is for nuns to eat pussy wrapped in silk dresses,
Dogma pressures you, your relative is injecting hormones,
idiot, the hunt is on, and Zonah wants to fuck you, babe,
I wish I could see you, touch you, love you,
and stick a bomb in your ass, my style is an inert being,
I need to castrate you, your tumor amuses me,
your family burns with art, no one will find you,
I hate having to smell you, I’ll celebrate the day of your death,
what I have is a separate case, I just want to fuck you.

And if you don't like this shit, suck it,
if you don't bet on us, suck it,
if your crew thinks they're slick, suck it,
Double V, Dogma Crew, right in your throat (x2)