MCNTM (remix) (feat. Arcángel, Casper Magico, Pablo Chill-E y Quimico Ultra Mega)

(Marvel Boy, niggas; yeah)
I shit on your mother
(Remix!)

I shit on your mother
Also on your aunt (normal)
If you're not twerking at the party
In your father, ave maría

Hey, Thanos arrived (Thanos)
I put on the glove and no one can handle me
She's blonde like Captain Marvel
She takes this thing in her mouth like a Stalvel
Rosita, she's crazy with my little head
I take her to my cave and sit her on my stalagmite
She knows I give her every time she asks
And if you didn't come to twerk, little bastard (this is the remix)

I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother

I shit on your mother, on your dad and your grandma
The real movie, we're not in a soap opera
Go to the club if you want to see it
We light up the bottles like Ghost Rider, the one with the skull
I shit on your fake clothes from Villa Conzuelo
The planes in the air like The Lord of the Skies
Your bitch asks me please if I have her on the floor
Because all the pussies I fuck have to sew them up
I have a bad girl who likes the bad girl
She likes the weed, she wants to kill her
She takes out the combs, fills them with bullets
Tiny, white, just like Chimbala
She has a boyfriend, but he's not like me
Because she knows I have rooms, quarters and the living room

(Marvel Boy, niggas)
Hey, tell me, niggas, ah
Marvel has arrived, the one who punishes them, ah
The one who twerks them to exhaustion, ah
I put you and your friend in, yeah
I have a n-o-t-e
Twerking makes me like the NBA Jersey
When she sees me in the dark, she sets me up
I give her what she deserves, where no one can see us, yeah
She moves like a prepaid when she shakes it
Damn, how good, baby, go all the way down, shamelessly
Everyone came to the club with a poisoned mind
If you didn't come to twerk, buddy, really

I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother
I shit on your mother, I shit on your mother

(Casper!)
Ah, this is PR
And it doesn't matter if the government closes the neighborhood on us
We send you to hook up with a whore
And wherever we catch you, we're going to light you up
Hey, this is the remix, bro
In the street we don't respect, you hear, those who have no voice
Movie, the prices of the parties have already gone up
In the fania of Bouton Héctor Lavoe
Silence like ghosts
They have me close, but they don't see me
And your bitch, let her fuck me in the Mercedes Benz
With the same ones always seeing me in the street
Splitting the track, burning in the same pan
(Casper!)

Hey!, tell me, flaite
Pablito has arrived, the one who breaks them
He's with friends, so share her
This is the remix, so, bro, share it
The pussy is already dripping
You stop being mine if you're fake or a snitch
This is a sold-out party, the thing is lit
In the towns and neighborhoods this shit will sound, yeah, hoe

We arrive at the club, we form, we do it
We're stuck, nothing is the same anymore
The ones who rejected me, suck my dick
If she doesn't pack it, I come and confiscate it
Stuck in the club from Monday to Monday
Red eyes, asses like RedTube's
Now I'm flipping out because I never had
And if you're hating on people who rise

Tell me, Pablo, we're active, damn it
This is not over, tell me, niggas
I shit on your mother, I shit on your sister
I shit on the cops and all week
I shit on mine, I shit on the labels
I shit on my ex, I have a beautiful ass
Smoking Gelato, smoking an AK
With your krippy, also your jaraca
I shit on your girlfriend, she's a sata
She already shit on my dick with shit