Rato Molhado

Little tumbler, ham, and jug
(Look at that, how far it’s come!)
One more shot of bourbon
And off to Ireland Square to show off

Drenched in jungle vibes
Shaped by inter-nova

Breakfast in bed with God
For the chipper dude he is!
Always playing like he’s killing it with love
(Choker of blood running fast!)

His face is so expressive
With his brand new boots

With his Goliath vibes
And his pores bursting with hormones
With girls all over him, he’s happy!

The hits don’t hurt much
(He knows they just burn)

Let’s get the conga going, laughter, and bells
With a dry sleeve up his nose

Mandinga puts him like this
Sinister but kind
A shadow like a Chinese ghost
That dazzles his death
And then he’s gone