Masacre Pa'Voltio

I ain't throwing no more...
Nope, that's not my style anymore...
Now I'm gonna insult all these suckers...
Bug carriers, nut lickers...

I'm gonna start with the hypocrites
Who always talk crap
I got a shotgun to shut you up
If you're gonna shoot at me, buddy, come at me and don't stop
I'll deal with anyone, no matter where they're from
Voltio, you're a tool
Acting tough like a thug
You've spent your whole life
Trying to be a singer
You don't see how he walks
You don't see how he looks at you
He talks tough to see if he intimidates you
You wanna act crazy
With the nonsense
And even the dumbest falls for it
And gets you all messed up
You lack power
You need more courage
You already jacked my style
So hand over the keys
You run on batteries
Living off hypocrisy
They call you 'Voltio, the bug carrier of my crew.'
You're a nut licker
Trying to get closer
You're a mattress sucker
Wanting a piece of this bat
Rapping, stop
('Did you see, dude, how these people are acting up?')
I'll mess up your ass
You're the only rapper wearing cheap pants
You're as visible as a pimple
And as poor as El Chavo
If you're standing among big shots
Why wash cars?
Voltio, this is your funeral
I'm out, marking my territory
Learn to respect more, punk
I'm the notorious

Turn up the volume on the track
Even if it's hard
Keep trying to diss me
And then back off
Voltio, who did he join?
Voltio, is he gonna diss me?
Voltio, you're the cheapest rat there is
I'll break your neck like the exorcist
And make you a masochist for my junk
I don't give a damn about your voltage
I'm your daddy, I'm your electrician
('Did you see, Tego, how these people are buzzing around me?')
('Because of you, you get me?')
('I just wanted to handle it, you get me?')
('And stand up for you, because these people also buzzed you hard.')
('See, brother?')
Julio Voltio, all his life has been a fraud
A huge bug carrier, pretending to be a singer
Lover of coke, and of my huge junk
Land that doesn't produce since ancient times
Talking crap, shouting it to the world
Inventing baseless accusations
I'm not lying, Tego, I'm the most violent
I'll bury you in a mountain if you don't change your story
And I don't want tears with your boasting
Leave your tears to your mistress
Damn, _____________, what a mess
That guy doesn't stick, not even singing with Jerry Rivera
That's why Rafy Pina told me
That bastard had a bad vibe
It was better to kick him to the curb
And let another idiot deal with his nonsense
He's insecure
That's why he's acting out
Saying Pina is a crook, and I'm overshadowed
You're crazy, idiot, I'm the highest paid
The one who jumps you up
Polaco, the most daring
The envied by all of you
The one who drives you crazy
And makes you crash into walls
The one they throw songs at in thousands of productions
Trying to shut me down, and still can't
And they die trying
Do another feat, and I keep killing them
You two think you have it all figured out
And I'm calm in my own lane, stepping on you

Look, Julio Voltio!
Go ahead, bastard, you look like a pig!
You have zero credibility!
Got it, man?
You don't become a man by mentioning my name, got it?
In my crew, you made a name for yourself!
You weren't a puppet like you are now, suck-up!
When they caught you at Parque Ecuestre, I was the only one who had your back!
They don't want you in your hood!
Not even in your hood, man!
Look, bastard!
I, Rafy Pina...
I kicked you to the curb, bastard!
No singer has left me!
And don't say you left, puppet!
And this is 'Out of Series'!
This is what you wanted to hear!
For me to throw the lions at you, bastard!
The lions eat, bastard!
If not, go to the jungle of Pina Records!
'Out of Series', man!
'Out of Series'!
Lito and Polaco!
Hahahahahaha!
'Out of Series', man!