Hijo Mío

Dear son
I know this is hard for you
And you'll probably hate me when you find out, but
It hurts me more than you
I don't know how to make you learn
I'm tired of scolding you, giving you lessons and you don't learn
Your mother and I don't know what else to do with you
I hope you forgive me
I love you
(Woo, woo, woo)

Hello, good afternoon, my name is Rodrigo Gómez
I know I didn't make an appointment, excuse my interruption
I'm a father of a family with 4 million children
But there's one I can't stand and I want to put up for adoption
His mother's name is Katia, she also wants to leave him
He's rude, spoiled, and in need of attention
For me, it's torture to hear him crying all the time
He's thirteen minutes sucking on a song
He feels like Hopsin, Bad Bunny, and sometimes Residente
He's copied everything, his style is so decadent
(But tell me sir, what worries you?)
That the son of a bitch is already a Machine Gun Kelly
(I see, well, what's the kid's name?)
Guess, they catch him against the door
(Juan?)

Juanito, who looks like a little mongoloid
(Excuse me, the truth is he's the least favorite)
Let me tell you that he's also very strange
He masturbates with stuffed animals in the bathroom
He has one in particular that he named Jeremías
He already has it all stiff, it's disgusting, you wouldn't believe
I scold him and he doesn't listen, he just gets violent
He doesn't shut up even if his mother hits him with the flip-flop
He compares himself to Spidey all the time, the very inept
And what they have in common
Is that the guy is already dead!
Punchline!

Excuse me
I went a little overboard, forgive me
(No problem, apparently your son is a pain
But to understand better, tell me about his past)
I don't know if it has to do with being raped two years ago (facts)
His perpetrator was Sacro, we could already see the damage (facts)
He's been screwed by several, and says he doesn't feel
Imagine how my poor boy has his ass
I don't know what to do with him, how do I make him smile?
I only bring out his flow, and laughing my ass off
He made a documentary mentioning other rappers
Since he can't do it alone, he needs partners
He's become very rude to his uncle Davis
He calls a bunch of babies followers
And speaking of my children, they're falling very low
They have elementary school jokes, terrible spelling (ah)
I feel embarrassed coming to you
I know it's not your problem, educating him is my duty
I just want to send him back to Málaga so he doesn't bark
That he doesn't call me uncle anymore, understand that I'm his father!

He talks about my country as if he fucking lived here
You put it on like a cape, fag, you dirty my flag
You don't know about the earthquake, I helped, I never did theater
If you lived here
We'd be missing 44!
You drink Colacao, I pass it with beer
This is my Rap-Play, playing with your head
My disses are short, I don't extend the instrumental
And this one lasts as long as your sexual performance
Stop lying, stop editing it
If you have the balls, come and prove it
I'll wait for you here in January, don't come out as a princess
And whoever doesn't know Roy, prays to any Kronno
Hoo!