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What the fuck are you? Dude, seriously
What the fuck are you?
Mala Rodríguez

I'm 33, a man's job can't be done by a kid
We go public causing harm, cover yourself
Put all your shit in a box and get out, what does it say?
I don't understand, what is it saying, what is it talking about?

I don't care about your language, so scram
Stop messing around, I was raised under the door in a box
I've told you carefully, my love, we're going to kill you slowly
Don't act tough, I know myself, I complicate
Where's my Buddha when I need it? Broken!

Without lifting a finger, I believe because I can speed up the fart without care, yeah!
I'm going to fuck you without desire, ea-ea-ea-easy, I want you just for the physical
You and I have no relationship, we're empty, we have no heart
Where's the war? Where's the peace that I eat?
Where are the men? Where are the dragon balls?
The usual ones, fucking as always, so easy
As a matter of courtesy

This is for your daughter
Inhale shit, dream with me
Don't get it wrong, you're not ready to fuck with the queen
I play with an advantage, the wind blows it to me without hurry

I mark the minute for the nation
We already know each other, shrimps
Only one eats, eats, eats, eats
I make and undo, get high for me, I don't want slackers
Here you sweat a lot, here you earn little
Here you speak loudly, here I tell little
No bullshit, no shit, elegant verses like cocaine in the living room
Bitch!

They dance like whores, to me they are, without heels
Beauty, you're going to have to study, put your elbows on the table
I'm going to give you work so bend over
Go to the kitchen, you learn a lot there
Without premeditation I fuck you when I want, you're my bitch
I don't take it out of your mouth because I'm not interested
You talk a lot of shit, you need something
Mmm I don't know, go, seek help
Nothing is impossible