ÚLTIMA CENA 2

You’re always talking
That I’m your enemy
That I can’t even afford a smoke
I sell coal in a sack

What I eat is ajiaco and the truth
Is that you can’t handle me
You can’t handle me
Hehe, hey
Haha, listen

The 66, Make Money
Hehe, oh my God (Haha)
Yo, listen, listen, ah

If I blow up your chains (Haha, oh), 24 final quarter
I don’t know if it’s the Devils or a crew of feds (Wuh, wuh, wuh; the cops)
Shadow, you’re my kid, wish me a Happy Father’s Day (Hey, little bastard)
And since you mentioned my mom, a hundred times I shit on your mother (Haha, ah)

Wipe that tough guy face off (Dumbass), CHIMI, you’re no tough guy (Hahaha)
Blabbermouth, funny snitch, cardboard puppet (Yo, snitch)
You’re just a big hypocrite, little pig, such a rat (A loser, bastard)
If all of Puerto Rico knows, CHIMI, that you’re a loser

Go ahead, call your saint to suck my voodoo (Go ahead, call, call, loser)
The difference between you and me is that I don’t snitch on YouTube (Snitch, haha)
The narco-artist, a killer, a dumbass is what you are
I just killed a devil and crucified it on the cross (Haha, help)

Button up, Macarena, give the girl a low-cut (Bleeding)
Shadow, you’re really bald, just one dose away from a vein
It’s me, Shadow, please lend me the chains (Hahahaha)
And CHIMI, you’re a pig, you’re Judas at the last supper

Fucked up, turned around, you’re a shit singer
From the Devils, Randy Johnson (Haha, tighten up), I feel like Hanzel
They’re dying inside, bastard, I’m the cancer (Oh)
And this is Morovis, not Llorens, dumbass, so don’t mess with me (Haha, go, go, go)

I step out in black, Darth Vader, they see me coming and it’s mayday (Run)
We’re gonna fill you with holes, the Glizzy Gvng in windbreaker (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’ll kill you for a master, and in the master, I’m payday (Haha)
The Alpha, running the Lakers; The Devils, running Slayter (Run)

My pen is like Kendrick and CHIMI is like Drake (Yo)
Shadow, take your pension, you’re the son of the 66 (Take, take, take)
The Pressure jewels we sell wholesale on eBay (He runs)
And Yeruza embarrassed because they’re the Corre Wayy (Haha)

Yo-Yo doesn’t respect ranks, much less the bastard Conep, who? (Suck my dick, dumbass)
Who the hell is Feid? Well, who the hell is Conep? (Huh?)
And if you write to me as much as you say in your songs (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why is Hades popping, but Conep isn’t? (Ah, haha!)

The extendo to the clip, they don’t get views, no streams (No)
They have to unite a neighborhood to be able to come at me (Hahaha)
I smoke them in an ounce and wash it down with lean (Haha, rra, rra)
And Shadow, take the white belt off the TechnoMarine

I’m white like El Gringo, I hit hard like Kimbo (Haha!)
If you’re street, PR turned into a circus (I’m telling you now)
At the awards, what, CHIMI, bastard? (What, what, what?) You suck my dick
And Yama is the real Bichote of Los Ritmo'

Yama Make Them Bounce
Haha, oh
Well
Hahahahaha

Hey, bastard, you’re a little bitch, you hear?
Big loser
You’re all a bunch of fakes, all of you, from the first to the last, you hear?
You all know who it is, bastard, the one with VVS Switches, haha
Don’t be calling me, I’m out of signal too, bastard