La obra del terror

CHORUS:
Raise the curtain (a few devils appear in action)
lower the curtain, raise the curtain (Colombia and Rekeson come out)
lower the curtain, raise the curtain (chaos, massacre, and destruction)
title of the play: (guerrilla killing devils)... (X2)

Soldiers on alert, I represent the guerrilla, wars of the violent
let those little soldiers die crying, I’m here to break the chest of
any triple son of a bitch
who gets in the way of the guerrilla
to become their nightmare
and they ask for my blessing on their knees,
shitheads don’t offer me your right hand
'cause I’ll give you the left, to me you’re zero to the
left, shitheads, I don’t understand many devils
and I don’t get them either, that’s why I offend them
I don’t follow the shameless nor do I sell out,
my lyrics and my rhymes
are like the steel of a bulletproof vest,
what others say blows me off, I don’t care
exhale, I’m from the guerrilla scale, don’t talk to me about bullets 'cause in the
cemetery they’ll dig your 5-meter hole with a shovel
and your time’s up
the tongue is the body’s punishment
and everyone knows I’m not lying.

CHORUS...

A reinforced 9 Beretta, 36 rounds, magazine out will be my answer
for the snake and let them die like dogs on the pavement with their mouths
full of flies and their tongues out, damned however you want,
they live to collect what Rekeson vomits like a Vietnamese
I’ll blow their heads off with dynamite, they shoot at me and I come out unscathed, calm
I start and you end up in a wheelchair, all wrapped in plaster
if I disappear for a while it’s 'cause I gotta, it’s the guiro
I’ve got the balls to shoot it out, I want to kill those motherfuckers
for my own good, it’s better that I don’t swear for her but I’ll make sure
many don’t last, I’ll step into your zone so they respect me
with all the toys to make this shit complete, I’m spram and
anyone who eats the leftovers of my bread, if you eat the light with me
you gotta dance close, buddy!