El Clásico

Today 'barna' is dyed completely in red and blue
Casillas will leave through the back door like Raúl
You don't take care of your icons but you keep a cone
I don't understand how he's in the national team if he's lame even in the stickers
Your starting center-backs come from Street Fighter
And my biggest haters come from the capital
Whether you're from Milan, Bayern or United
Pepe will make sure you leave without a hamstring
Your star player is the crybaby of the locker room
He defines himself as a movie player
So he says he's sad later, hats off to him. Mercenary!
Sixty million for Illara and Isco to warm the bench
Your team is made up of galacticos, but you win without shine
Pepe is missing a screw, but you are gentlemen...
Hail Madrid, Hala Madrid and its few values

From Real Madrid since I was little
A white and pure team with a dream record
And Barça resorts to fake cups
Like the Catalonia Cup to try to resemble them
It's 31 leagues against 22
I openly declare myself an atheist if they say Messi is God
A message to the fanatics
We also have the advantage in the classic matches
You'll have Arturo and the mayor on your side
Someone tell Sandro Rosell that running away is for cowards
The guy leaves and doesn't even break a sweat
You complained about Cristiano, but Neymar has cost more
That's what happens when you sign after whiskey
You sign Ibrahimovic, Keirrison, and Chigrinski
Money losses that in the end everyone pays
And now they come up with the excuse that Barça is getting a facelift

The feeling is the same, the clothes are different
I rejoice in my triumphs, I enjoy your defeats
To death with my shield since I tied my boots
Rivals on the field and then we go for drinks
The feeling is the same, the clothes are different
I rejoice in my triumphs, I enjoy your defeats
To death with my shield since I tied my boots
Rivals on the field and then we go for drinks

Because I like him, I won't talk about Sergio Ramos' tweets
What he likes is the King's Cup in his hands
Maybe you're not used to winning titles anymore?
You don't know how to lose without making a fool of yourself, it's proven
Barça won the World Cup, Atletico must be the real one
Khedira is pathetic, Karim likes girls
The truth is I consider myself a fan of 'Gravesinha'
Figo and his betrayal, Florentino and his heel
Xabi Alonso and his passion for arriving late to the ball
Kick and run, they don't know how to play as a team
Did you have 'Punto Pelota'? We have the ball, period
Comparison between Neymar and Bale
One 'Bale' for over 100 million and the other is the king
In the market, there are those who don't sell out for a blank check
Financed by a rescued bank, but of course, that hasn't been talked about

The team is broken, like Di Maria broke Puyol, Dani Alves raging every time a goal is conceded
Piqué wins the World Cup but doesn't feel Spanish, it's embarrassing, like the covers of Sport
Busquets wins a Razzie award for worst actor, Undiano Mallenco sells to the highest bidder
Tito MC plays for Barça, calls himself Song
Shakira's mouth needs to be shut with a Piqué kiss
They say there's tension in the locker room, Lionel dressed like that for the Ballon d'Or and no one lifted a finger
Fraudster, womanizer, and everything else he's accused of, it's rumored his father is Dani Benitez's drug dealer
Less complaining and more answering to the judges
Pinto says Casillas doesn't deserve the award
The hatred between Madridistas and Culés only grows
And it seems that Figo's move still stings

The feeling is the same, the clothes are different
I rejoice in my triumphs, I enjoy your defeats
To death with my shield since I tied my boots
Rivals on the field and then we go for drinks
The feeling is the same, the clothes are different
I rejoice in my triumphs, I enjoy your defeats
To death with my shield since I tied my boots
Rivals on the field and then we go for drinks

It's sad that you always talk about the 5-0
And Bayern humiliates you by scoring 7 against the goalkeeper
I'm recording this in Barcelona, I don't know if I'm making myself clear
I attack from within like the 'pericos'
To mess up a team in a year, you have to be an artist
I bet my hand that Tata is a Madridista
That's why it's better not to lose sight
I rap this part, Neymar's father is the lyricist
Fabregas is bad, Iniesta is lost
How many European Cups have you won?
Barça cheated, Villa frustrated, so much money wasted on signings
It's noticeable that you don't pay for it. Pinto, stop rapping, it's too expensive
Neymar ruins but you sign him, you're like Messi, a bit slow

The image of Madrid died with Mou
In my mind, the 5-0 at Camp Nou remains surreal
No matter what channel you watch, they're Madridistas
That's why it disgusts me to hear the commentators
For over ten years you've been annoying about the tenth
And the campaigns you make against the referees are terrible
You love Luis Enrique, Cristiano is a diver
The mole is Iker, the club doesn't give as much love as Carbonero
I hate Coentrao and his bad manners, you always ask for handballs in the wall
Fideo is uglier than Peter La Anguila, Ramos' penalty breaks boundaries
What do you expect from a club that always sells its youth
You live off past triumphs, although without Franco, nothing is the same