Camisinha de Força

I was considered the craziest guy in the world
Because of disorders
I never caught myself in deep romance
Suburb, underworld
I kept secrets deep down that only I know
I swear I didn't tell
I took out my anger on your mouth
I came, I hit
My dick in all crazy
I warned that this time it would be point-blank
Your ass on fire
I'm the fly if the toad gives soup

Ah
A killer lyricism alive
Kind of sinister but in the augmentative
Taking risks without running from danger
I scribble books
Read by beggars
Written by evil spirits, friend
My rhythm is the shelter
Clinical state, I don't care
Blessed be
The decline of this church
Of the domain by the tithe
Curses that at least weaken
Go

And before the media distorts
Before we lose the line
This crazy one is a chicken
For her we have straitjackets
And before the media distorts the facts
Before we lose the line
For the crazy nymph
It's straitjacket and china, knife

There's a lot of drugs in this skull
Jail keys are not Bolanos
Just praying without uranium
It's hiding
Hair standing listening to me
It's the horla entering through the cutaneous pores
Fuck compatriots
Today they are from your land
And tomorrow they're burying you
And in the groin the cylinder
If I were with the gang it would be beautiful

You're following me, distorting
And if I follow back it's on the street
VIP escort in the wee hours
If I clean up, dry up
And without tears there's no grace at all
We're calm when we smoke but anger is a headache
And your face just reminds me of drought
My voice defames
Who lives off fame and fungus
We smoke you until you become a corpse
You chicken
You're looking at me, seems like you want to live together
I confuse you
Reader of Barsa turns [?]
Sucker

And before the media distorts
Before we lose the line
This crazy one is a chicken
For her we have straitjackets
And before the media distorts the facts
Before we lose the line
For the crazy nymph
It's straitjacket and china, got it