Masacre de Los Cantantes

*women singing

(baby rasta)
Sue, I walk with metals with my red rifle, so they catch in their minds
Mexican will take care of the machine guns
And this is baby rasta and don't mess with me and the pola
The three that take intensive care
Lyrics with the daring nun
Humiliating the children of Parque Ecuestre
They are looking for this man to kidnap him
I'm agile-eyebrow, gunman
Wanted by the epidermis for the massacre of the musketeers
I don't care about a lero
Well, ask the people why I'm still the first, asshole
If I'm not here, I go deaf
If you want me to put it on like a bread giving it powder
They are playing with my controls, worms
To die at the hands of baby rasta and mexicano

(mexicano)

Take it, so they keep taking it as a joke
This damn tirade, I'm going to make them a lighter
And they face to face is a misstep, synonymous
For me they will turn into a laugh
Mexicano assures you pain that lasts because there is no more yeast
His death is certain, when he has intense doubt
Sad creature, without being able to find the cure, I make you crazy
Lending you writing, lyrics that are tough, mexicano swears it
Don't let it get to you, if I take you to madness
If I show you my literature, I'm 5'9 tall
Hard armor is what I have as a shield
So much they talked but now they are silent
Saying they are tough but I eat it raw
Baby rasta and mexicano blowing it hard
Against the wall

(baby rasta)

And I'll leave you wanting more
Wanting to leave me on the floor and smash my face
With me you'll have to screw

(mexicano)

And no matter how hard they try, they can't beat me

(baby rasta)

And you'll be left wanting more
To beat me and see me fall, with me you can't
And the children will die

(mexicano)

I'm negative and aggressive in this war
Giving it down to those who are guillao from the ground

(baby rasta)

I don't play, I don't play, not with anyone
And my toys are metal guns

(mexicano)

Baby rasta and mexicano here pointing at the cherry

(baby rasta)

And then they are calling the mamabicho dj eric

(mexicano)

I make imitations with your life which defines that it is mo
What I do is a believed thing and I make all agonies
Imagine writing what I feel at these moments
And double torments are what I hear in my stories
Be careful, I come like cancer in your body
Wake up, your Christmas arrives in the summer
Knife in hand to save the mexicano

(baby rasta)

It's that I knock down guillotines when I get angry
And I break coconuts with my flow, I loosen it
Those who talk shit behind my back
And when baby rasta arrives, everyone shuts up
They talked about my mother and the other one
Listen industry, endure whatever comes
No, I don't keep anything from anyone
And it's time for this man to rank himself
Listen to me, eyebrow, I don't know what the hell you're talking about
If your corner girlfriend is calling me and looking for me
When you're not there and when you go to record
I have her in your bed well nailed

(mexicano)

Partner, don't take it personally

(baby rasta)

And if you take it personally, I'm going to screw you

(mexicano)

Partner, don't take it personally

(baby rasta)

And if you take it personally, I'm going to screw you

(mexicano)

Listen to that duck, he wants Montezuma to push you for a while
I throw mine, I throw mine

(baby rasta)

Praise yourself and then I will praise myself

(mexicano)

And you will see how this man breaks you in three

(baby rasta)

And I have the baby sucking dick for being rude
And your mother and also your grandmother,
And if necessary your great-great-grandmother
Say what up? what up?
Travel like sunlight
And I will make you howl like a wolf
Attention all men suck me
He mentions me and my name gives him fame

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