Kid

You will be virile, my kid
I don't want to see any tears slide down that heroic face
And this body all sculpted to reach fantastic heights
That only a daydream could surpass

You will be virile, my kid
I don't want to see any feminine ounce
Neither airs, nor gestures that imply
And God knows, if they are still the worst to come
Castrate you for a few vocalises

You will be virile, my kid
Far from you those tactical finesse
All those original women who feminize, your guises
Under the pretext of being the faithful messiah of this dear archaic model

You will be virile, my kid
You will hold, in your hands, the iconic heritage of Apollo
And like all boys, you will run from balls to champion
And become my little historical hero

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You will be virile, my kid
I want to see your pale complexion darken from fights and forge your mind
So that none of these ladies lead you to pink lands
Erase it for glorious lads

You will be virile, my kid
You will hoist your masculine power
To inflate this sensitive essence that your mother
Throws at us in the family, she tires your invulnerable Achilles

You will be virile, my kid
You will count your abundance bills
That flourish under your feet that you will never cross
You will spit without manner in all directions
From feet to the ground and doped with protein-rich flesh and nerves

You will be virile, my kid
You will shine with your physical strength, your dominant demeanor, your bossy posture
And your triumphant sex to scorn the weak
You will enjoy your sparkling sight

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But me, but me, I play with the girls
But me, but me, I don't boast about my dick
But me, but me, I will accelerate your wrinkles
So that your words cease and disappear

But me, but me, I play with the girls
But me, but me, I don't boast about my dick
But me, but me, I will accelerate your wrinkles
So that your words cease and disappear