Pedrito Pica Piedras

Hey, go over there, my nigga
The ranks are mine, damn

Hello, reptilian, you're talking to the human
Who holds the baton of urban rap
This Christmas you haven't eaten Serrano ham
You've eaten the eggs of the fake Dominican

Hey, how cool, this sounds, motherfucker
If I don't abuse you much it's because deep down I carry you
New rappers have to respect the old ones
And the old ones should support the new ones

Hey, Pedro, better retire with dignity
Your thing is politics, not rap battles
If you want to talk about space, we can talk
With a kick in the ass I'll send you to Andromeda

Buddy, I'm going to break you if you don't back off
I'm starting to think you're a masochist
You say I think I'm Latino, I'm from Orcasitas
If you spoke proudly of Spain, you'd say I'm a fascist

That you have more class and more lyrics
It's true, you have more class, but in astrophysics
You call me a drug addict, how typical
If you don't do drugs, show me a drug test

You're an aberration, a genetic God's mistake
You look just like the pig from NPO
Those who say you're better than me
Are the same ones who think Canserbero is worse than Kase. O

And no, use your mind, damn impertinent rat
Don't try with me
The first diss was enough
But it seems you like to embarrass yourself in front of
People

My disses are different
Because I don't throw beef, I disgust my opponents
You urgently need help
I'm fucking your ass like Elvis Crespo's album
Suavemente

You're not the best in Andalusia, Foyone
Better than you are Zatu, Tote, Deformer
Hip hop was born in the hot neighborhoods
And it's being dirtied by four posh faggots

Don't mess with me, I came decided
This year and the next, the rap throne is mine
They're hurt because I got into the movement
And it's going to be a mess to get me out of the movement

Since you like fruit, I've come to give you papaya
So relax fishing for trout on the beach
You take two pills, do three lines
And say you see extraterrestrials like the Mayans

Scoundrel, in two minutes you haven't said anything good
You lack a lot of flow to sound like I sound
Look for Gharuda to see if he helps you, dummy
I'm better than you and Xcese is better than Sceno

But well, free Arrocito, my man band
The second fuck I give to this bitch is for you
What bothers me is that you say you're real
When you plan a beef as digital marketing

With NPO you released a collaboration
Talking about a clothing brand, promoting it
Then you say he didn't pay you, asshole
And in the end it's all a strategy to get attention

What a mess, Foyone, you don't come out on top with me
You make weird rhymes and I throw criminal phrases
Wasn't it enough to have mental dollars?
That you sold your ass to get real euros

That's enough, abuser, are you going to continue?
To fuck you up, the one who makes poop with the one who makes
Pee
Instead of throwing beef at me
You should take the blue pencil out of your nose

And I'm going to leave it there, man
Not to abuse you too much
With this, it's the second beating I give you
And the second time I put my egg in your dirty ass
And that's it, Chabelita, I have you joking
The Kinkilleroski, The Strong People
Go over there, my nigga