Tiraera De Rekeson y El Killer Contra Ardilla

You! This is not a response, this is for them to do a survey and show them that killing these chickens costs me nothing, the same movie, the same chapter, a few crazy ones killing each other for my title, Annoyance! you're nothing but a man when you're high or when you're in a gang, it hurt because I messed with your rib, come out to fight with me to see if you're so tough, I want you to slap a hand on that face, you're dead from AIDS and the stone is killing you and now and throwing he thinks I'm just playing around, you're all talk, envy is driving you crazy, if you're such a thug why don't you come and touch me, I walk alone and I walk ready, I don't turn on when pushed like you when you're in a group, let's give each other some hands to see if you're a guy, you have no balls, you always have to call a team

CHORUS: Forgive Ardilla Lord Forgive Ardilla Forgive him Lord (REPEAT)

You're not a thug, you're a teddy bear, huh? What's happening to you? You won't be able to handle me no matter how hard you try, you're still in your little games making a fool of yourself, in the history of hip-hop I will always have an article and I will continue to beat you with the stick and the two testicles and punishing you every time you hear my verses, you don't even tickle me, annoyance, I have you sitting in the chair with your hair and at the same time sucking on your knees, you have 20 songs for me, I only have one, it's enough for me to send you to your crib, I haven't shot you because I have a career and a daughter and a poor envious person is no barrier for me, you're still alive because I don't pay attention to you because if I did, the guns would have sung a long time ago, this is thuggery kid, this is not a diss track, you wish I gave you importance so you could rise and I really did if I could because helping a poor crackhead is something anyone can do CHORUS

Forgive the backstabbers who betray, forgive the guys who mess up even their own area, mine is Chapellin, when you want look for me and even though I don't think you will if you get scared just by seeing me on the street for just one word they kill you, seeking fame through a song, are you trying? Leave that to the whores, only to the whores because in front of me you're the mother of Calcutta, you wanted a massacre and for me to act with vengeance, you committed yourself and sought fame that way is a belly washcloth mamaguevo damn calf your sentence will be to die for the cause of my iron now it's the killer's turn and that's what happens and I hope you don't confuse my 2 balls with 2 nuts you want to ride over the dick over the member do you think you're Polaco Lito or do you think you're Tempo? This is not Puerto Rico that's why I apply it to you control your baking soda note with coke CHORUS

I hope you have your projectiles well activated your 20 godfathers so you can face the Killer no one believes that lie that you have control and I bet that on your buttocks you have the snail painted that people sink the ship because they talk too much and their words have activated my evil mind again I bet that after this song you'll get mad at me but you love how my wick drills your ass who are you? The one who wants fame by force damn vulture that if you throw another one you'll suffer troubles who am I? I'm the one who tortures you I swear I'll pass over you if you throw at me I assure you who are you? A guy who hasn't signed anything in the neighborhoods and now will die on stage who am I? Musically the one who fucks you daily the one you should have never had as an opponent No no no no, I don't need a diss track (ah ah) but this time the bitches whores got caught by the street law this will be my way (that's right) so let them die and don't jump on me anymore over the sidewalk this is for the chickens who gather to throw jabs talk about their mother and even their partner this is for the chickens who gather to throw jabs talk about their mother about the guys and even their partner CHORUS

No no no, no one can beat me no newcomer no backstabber can beat me so they can style again with the Killer they eat beans and then shit projectiles (REPEAT)

This is the remix damn Killer inside Rekeson (you know) you wanted it this way speak clearly chicken (it was you) musically no one can beat us (anyone this is street) and from the street equally (Go ahead witch) Chapelliin is mine you heard (backstabber) Gramoven (sucker) normal (mochalo) you think you're going to do us like that misinformed about pot one is a serious guy you heard anyway and anywhere (street) anywhere you don't have the mind to do a chorus? To copy someone else's chorus? Take toad Remix that's a belly that's a belly looking for fame with the names of the guys a belly that's a pot CHORUS