Perkins

montevideo is not l.a. city
nor are you black, chicano or immigrant
that's why all the garbage you say
slides off me from the front
the contest for the most rapper champion,
wanker jerk
I don't give a damn
I'm from buceo and I'll tell you again
I don't give a damn about that
I don't talk about bitches or whores
if you're so tough, clean yourself with sawdust
nothing else
half of the things I say make sense
and the rest I forget
don't ask me to shut up
because there's a detail
that you missed and that's why you lost
and if sheriff lobo and bj mckay
and even fat perkins
were all gay
you didn't declare clearly
the truth of the facts
bon appétit
but they're going to clean you up
and the pacemaker will burst in your chest
narrow
I miss you
I have no brakes
and although I tremble more than muhammad ali
I'll still punch you in the face
if I come across you there
to sing to magaldi
when I say yogurt
I'm talking about claldy
you better go sing to magoya
or to your fucking mother
impaled on a buoy
like a dog I bury you
without a coffin
is it clear to you, birdbrain
and if sheriff lobo and bj mckay
and even fat perkins
were all gay
it's all a matter of choice
it's all a matter of choice