Versos Perversos

Well, that's it, people, eh, here I leave what it would be
My biggest creation to date
Just a year after the previous one
And of course dedicated to
To Mr. Guille and Mr. Juanito
Oops!

We continue with the perverse verses I show everyone that I exercise
A strange boy, with impudence, son of Amparo and a one-eyed man
My uncle is Berto, not Romero, not Tomillo
Seeing the rascal cousin every day, who was cold and didn't wear warm clothes

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

Do you think I'm rich? The broth is rich, it tastes good!

You know what else tastes good? Hehe, exactly
Although it looks like it was painted by Goya, it's nothing more than my po-po-po
Potion brought from Troy, Luis, Bernardo, Ernesto have brought it
This is when I look at my cell phone, text message

It turns out that Felipe VI is the sender
Sorry bro, my house is full of people
Don't worry, I answer and, out of context, I continue
Nine minus two is seven, incredible gesture

Don Guillempleado, banned, they kicked him out of the reserved area
He runs off to the meadow and looks at a folded painting

He bent, not the frame, Shampoo or gel? I'm bald
You look great, how handsome! Did I ask you? No, dude!

You know that Pontius Pilate
He hasn't bought the shoes
The wild boar comes barefoot
With the hairs of the fucking Arrebato

And now I'll throw you a few lines without giving too much information
These are trivial things, not literary things
The thing is that I come and stay for a while
I don't look at the format, I give you the portrait

I have two mulatto asses coming
Two big asses in a wagon
Branded butts, not cheap butts
Plump buttocks, wide anuses

They are covered by a satin-type fabric
The thing is, they smell, and they don't smell good
We're talking about stinky anuses
Being on the street they produce astonishment

Because of its size, because of its vast stench
The fetid and ethnic environment is auctioned
How disgusting, how filthy, your sister is such a filthy person
He blows his nose ten times a weekend

And a certain wisdom emanates from here
If the ass is reddish, it would be very cute
Surprised naked in the deli
My grandfather Rogelio, with his witchcraft

From the day a guide came out, the party started
Everybody put your hands up and just move your body
It's my town's festivities, come, Maribel
Ana came, Susanna came, and Magdalena too

I just found out that a drug addict
Whether he eats or not, he's dying to see me
They call me the drug, panicle in my pants, little lines of essence
The dementia that is warlike and tragic, magical
Juan Tamariz in the erratic phallic of calling for a whistle
And egg, just like that, Maduro at the end of the day

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