A Bactéria FC

[Eduardo]
Tell the cow of your daughter to cancel the ecstasy
You won't impress with my sound at the rave party
The rap conceived in a blood sampler
Is not a soundtrack for the great house owner's great-grandson
Take your eyes off the Impala, choke on your freestyle
Jump on a Mangalarga horse, not on our lowrider
Black beanie, checkered shirt, baggy pants
It's a medal of honor for the hood
Our culture is not Yves Saint Laurent's fashion
To be in the clientele of TAM's air taxi
While my sewn relative is seen in the morgue
Your sad story was the death of the goldfish
You have a degree, trained the Robocops
But your armored car can't buy my Hip-Hop
I give my life to sing my forbidden verse
I was born for the stamp of unsolvable in the Homicide Department
In the DEIC the cuckold will shout: Fuck, son of a bitch!
I electrocuted your balls and the ideology doesn't change!
I came to put elephantiasis in your whiskey, the leper
Begging, with the recipe, for the coin from your pocket
The student who signs and gives the car document
To the Denarc not to forge participation in drug trafficking
Feel the FC radiation, via sound wave
It's the most lethal of biological weapons

It's no use to armor the car, put a guard at the door
Your worst enemy attacks via sound wave
The decibels of our pain will burst your eardrums
I came to put strychnine in your aged whiskey
It's no use to armor the car, put a guard at the door
Your worst enemy attacks via sound wave
The decibels of our pain will burst your eardrums
I came to put strychnine in your aged whiskey

[Dum Dum]
Hey multinational, it's no use insisting
Your dollar doesn't turn Facção into Kelly Key
I want the top of the Billboard, the Grammy, the planet
Not with the ass of Harley Davidson singing my lyrics
Warner, Sony Music, go fuck yourselves
Shove up your ass the Beverly Hills you have to offer
You call yourself NWA, gangsta
But have the ideology of Harmonia do Samba
I don't open a crystal bottle in the heated pool
With a white gold Rolex, surrounded by sluts
I was born to enter when opening the building's garage
Go minister, give the jewels and the key to the brand new Audi!
If I weren't self-taught in marginal culture
I'd be handcuffed to the stretcher in the hospital corridor
I breathe gunpowder, sing blood, there are no happy days
Every poor person is a Kunta Kinte starring in their Roots
Blue blood heir, I don't step on your stage
For me a hundred thousand playboys are not worth a slum dweller
I honor Facção in the suffering skin
Who doesn't know what justice is, internal affairs
I proclaimed myself the sound of what sets the collective on fire
With the professional of the son killed by the PM
God didn't give me Neston or Pampers, didn't want me to be a university student
Gave me a cleaning lady mother so I could be a revolutionary

It's no use to armor the car, put a guard at the door
Your worst enemy attacks via sound wave
The decibels of our pain will burst your eardrums
I came to put strychnine in your aged whiskey
It's no use to armor the car, put a guard at the door
Your worst enemy attacks via sound wave
The decibels of our pain will burst your eardrums
I came to put strychnine in your aged whiskey

[Dum Dum]
My walk of fame has a corpse with a newspaper
The flash is not from Caras, it's from the police reporter
The press conference is not for Veja, IstoÉ
It's for the Shock, breaking the baton on the sole of my foot
My dressing room doesn't have seasonal fruits, white towel
There's hanging to have more space in the cell
I'm the soundtrack of the street vendor with the smuggled Free
Fleeing from the cops on 25 de Março street
From the woman who dreams of a cake from the bakery
To sing happy birthday to her daughter
From the aunt illuminated by the police siren
With her husband's body, waiting for the forensic

[Eduardo]
There should be an interactive control on TV
To set fire to Projac, to Xuxa, to Faustão
If I kidnap Sílvio Santos, I ask for ransom
Ratinho and Gugu, in a rocket to Mars
Your character from Malhação hangs the diploma on the wall
Mine kills the cops in the Blazer to get the vests
I want the boy digesting my rap to taste death
The taste of the bread from the trash of the hot dog stand
I don't want the hall of fame, I want the group of the eternal
To be remembered like Tupac, that's success
The dog can bite, but the caravan doesn't stop
I'm the drop of water shaking the Sahara desert

It's no use to armor the car, put a guard at the door
Your worst enemy attacks via sound wave
The decibels of our pain will burst your eardrums
I came to put strychnine in your aged whiskey
It's no use to armor the car, put a guard at the door
Your worst enemy attacks via sound wave
The decibels of our pain will burst your eardrums
I came to put strychnine in your aged whiskey