Inferno de Kant

Yeah, yeah
Ahn, ahn
Hul, hul, hul (chiocki beats, damn)
I'm just a number, hul

At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I wanted to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not okay, but substances force me to go through all this laughing, hul
At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I wanted to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not okay, hul, hul, hul

My last week would make a movie, bitch, shh
Living a life of crime (pow, pow, pow)
Grass burns the sauna through the tint
This life yes, yes, will end
I'm not a kind of angel, yes, yes, seraphim
I wake up with a pussy on top of me
How did she appear? I don't know, yes, abracadabra (pew)
Rolling several intrigues (urgh)
And I'm the fighting dog (urgh)
My life is a failure
And I succeed (urgh), that intrigues me
Don't compare me to vanilla
Pains I keep in the spreadsheet
Take hell, put it in the oven
And from me you'll have a slice (hul)

At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I wanted to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not okay, but substances force me to go through all this laughing

I confess that I hardly see my parents
I deposit the money every month
Why does the money fall every month
The issue is not money, the issue is peace
Mine is terrible
Every day I land on top of a building
I don't know who falls, I don't know who goes
I don't care about the end, I don't give a damn about the beginning
Every day this
My life is a terror and I terrorize
I wrote this without a target, without alcohol
There's no content in this, I lack limits
Peace, love, and dynamites
My best memories are on the paper
Seriously, are they trying to charge judgment?
You screwing yourself, I think it's very little
I don't even talk anymore, too much excess
I'm too good to think all this
Packs, packs, my package of herbs is called chouriço
Clothes, I command the service
If you don't like it, it's because you swallow through the orifice
I'm with my finger on the trigger
I miss my son
Disses fuck, Jesus Christ
Fuck all this
It's just a matter of a shot (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Fuck this life (hul)

At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I wanted to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not okay, but substances force me to go through all this laughing, hul, hul
At any time death will shout bingo, hul
I became everything I wanted to be, but I don't know if I toast, hul
I'm sorry, the gates of hell are like legs, they're opening, hul
Not okay, but substances force me to go through all this laughing, hul