ÚLTIMA CENA (feat. Héctor Lavoe)

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 stew and the truth
Is you can’t handle me
You can’t handle me
Hehe, hey
Haha, listen
The 66, make money
Hehe, oh my God (haha)
Hey, 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 curse your mother (haha, ah)
Wipe that tough guy face off (idiot), dude, you’re no tough guy (hahaha)
Blabbermouth, comic snitch, cardboard puppet (hey, snitch)
You’re just a big hypocrite, little pig, such a rat (a loser, bastard)
If all of Puerto Rico knows, dude, that you’re a loser
Go on, call your saint to suck my voodoo (go on, call, call, loser)
The difference between you and me is I don’t snitch on YouTube (snitch, haha)
The narco-artist, a killer, a fool is what you are
I just killed a devil and crucified it on the cross (haha, help)
Button pop, macarena, give the girl a low-cut (bleeding)
Shadow, you’re so bald, just a dose away from a vein
It’s me, shadow, please lend me the chains (hahahaha)
And dude, you’re a pig, you’re Judas at the last supper
Fucked up, turned around, you’re a shit singer
Of the devils, the Randy Johnson (haha, tighten up), I feel like Hansel
They’re dying inside, bastard, I’m the cancer (oh)
And this is Morovis, don’t cry, idiot, so you can miss me (haha, go on, go on, go on)
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, it’s payday (haha)
The alpha, running the Lakers, the devils, running Slayter (running)
My pen is like Kendrick and dude is like Drake (hey)
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 running wayy (haha)
I don’t respect ranks, much less the bastard Conep, who? (Suck my dick, idiot)
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 the hell is Hades hot, but Conep isn’t? (Ah, haha!)
The extendo more to the clip, they don’t get views, they don’t have 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 the gringo, I hit them like Kimbo (ha!)
If you’re street, PR turned into a circus (I’m telling you now)
At the awards what, dude, bastard? (What, what, what?) you suck my dick
And Yama, Yama is the real kingpin of the rhythms

Yama make them bounce
Haha, oh
Well
Hahahahaha
Hey, bastard, you’re a little punk, you hear?
Big loser
You’re all some fakes, all of you, from the first to the last, you hear?
You all know who it is, bastard, the one with VVS switches, hahaha
Don’t be calling me, I’m out of signal too, bastard