Versos Perversos

Well, nothing, folks, uh, here I leave what would be
My greatest creation to date
Just a year after, the last one
And of course dedicated to
Mr. Guille, and Mr. Juanito
Ayps

We continue with the perverse verses, I show everyone that I’m bold
A weird kid, with no shame, son of Amparo and a one-eyed man
My uncle is Berto, not Romero, not Tomillo
Seeing my sneaky cousin every day, who caught a cold and didn’t bundle up

My stomach's rumbling, hello?
Hello, I'm your belly, can you give me some food?
Look, of course I can, and I buy some Avecrem broth

You think I’m rich? Rich broth: Tastes good

You know what else tastes good? Hehe, exactly
Though it looks like it was painted by Goya, it’s just my po-po-po
Potion brought from Troy, brought by Luis, Bernardo, Ernesto
Then I check my phone, a text message

Turns out it’s Felipe VI sending it
Sorry, brother, I’ve got a house full of people
Don’t stress, I reply, and out of context, I subtract
Nine minus two is seven, what a gesture

Don Guillempleado, banned, kicked out of the reserved
He heads to the meadow and runs while looking at a bent painting

Bent him, not the painting, shampoo or gel? I’m bald
You look great: So handsome, did I ask you? No, dude

You know that Pontius Pilate
Hasn’t bought new shoes
The little wild boar comes barefoot
With the hair of that damn Arrebato

And now I’m throwing some lines without giving too many details
Just trivial stuff, not for literati
The thing is I come and stay for a while
I don’t care about the format, I’ll give you the portrait

Two hot asses come my way
Two big asses in a wagon
Brand-name butts, not cheap ones
Round cheeks, wide asses

Covered by satin-like fabric
The thing is they smell, and it’s not good
We’re talking about stinky asses
On the street, they cause a stir

Because of their size, because of their awful stench
They auction off the fetid and ethnic vibe
How disgusting, how filthy, for your sister, filthy
She picks her nose ten times a weekend

And from here emanates some wisdom
If the ass is reddish, it would be cute
Surprising naked in the butcher shop
My grandpa Rogelio, with his witchcraft

From the Day, a guide came, lit up the party
Everyone hands up and just move your body
It’s the festival of my town, come on, Maribel
Ana came, Susana came, and Magdalena too

I just found out that a junkie
Whether he eats or not, dies to see me
They call me the drug, cash in my pants, lines of essence
The madness that’s warlike and tragic, magical
Juan Tamariz in the erratic phallic of crying out for a dick
And little egg, just like that, Maduro at the end of the workday

Yeah
Nothing more to add, gentlemen: Patxingar brand
And I hope another year doesn’t pass until the next one
With God