Toke De Guerra

Before anything, son of a bitch, go fuck your mother
Pablo Martinez Junior The Villain The Starving
Fucking lying Puerto Rican traitor
You say you're Aztec when you're Puerto Rican
You say you have Impalas, you say you spit bullets
But you know you're worthless, you and your two girls
Tell Fernando to start praying
If he runs out of money, he'll be calling
Saying he needs money, even offering me his sister
Even swallowing my cum for lack of money
It's not my fault that all the assholes in your neighborhood
Even your producer and your buddy El Tekolote
Got some for their gums and now you think you're a pimp
Poor idiot, you know well that you're signed
I paid for two albums and you've only delivered one

War Touch is War Touch
And I represent my people
War Touch is War Touch
And to hell with the rest
War Touch is War Touch
And I represent my people
War Touch is War Touch
And to hell with the rest

Keep taking care of kids while your woman works
On a corner, in a corner, to pay the rent
Because as an artist, a human being, and a man, you're worthless
You sell your albums and even your ass for a little money
You know well that you're the copy and the imitation
Of Tupac, that was always your dream
You owe me an album and it's the revolution
The albums under the price of your damn producer
Like a serial killer, I'll be watching over you
When you wake up in your bed, I'll be killing you