Los peliculistas

Yo, we all gotta take a dump, buddy.

There's a line at the toilet, waiting for this dude to finish. I'm gonna wipe with his Pel et Pele vest. Screw Padre Apeles, boycott the TV; I'm running like Tom Hanks, catch me if you can. I'm a Don Hank, you're more blind than Batman, always running out of batteries for my walkman. Startman, maybe a coffee will cure you today, but this track will leave you with at least eight stitches.

The Children of the Corn have the lawnmower ready for the guest who annoys us the most. I write something in the hotel and hear 'redrum'. I have Jack Torrán's face, all purple from apiserum. Spit, 9 millimeters for velum, no less; my rap breaks all boundaries.

It's not parallel, nor for fools, if you're a Nazi, I'll call Jazz Tip, what do I need feet for. Unpredictable if they screw you in a tunnel, irreversible with MCs of this caliber. I could tell the neverending story, or report that I know your mother ate my dog.

You, come and report me. You're gonna sweat raspberry-colored rivers. Insomnia, laziness. Report me. On the table, several DVDs I got on sale. You, come and report me. You're gonna sweat raspberry-colored rivers. Insomnia, laziness. Report me. On the table, several DVDs I got on sale.

Report me. Seville is the city of God; rappers have faith, get high. Do you also like movies, José? Or do you get off on seeing a kid bleeding from a foot? Street kills, life is beautiful but ungrateful. Ask the pig who mistreats them, you'll see this didn't happen in Manhattan, nor am I, I'm Africa Bambaata; handsome, young, Latino, and I dance bachata. Blur.

I'm Marco Antonio, you're Cleopatra; blind with love under a waterfall of drinks. Are you surprised I know how to MC? It's because I talked to Cade on the Run DMC frequency station. It was easy: I came, I saw, I conquered. I also buzzed in a taxi here.

I'll explain the secret of my mistrust, it's because Amelie made two caramel vinyls for the Oscars. They were all traitors, then I find out that the mailman always rings twice, the doorman followed. I live in Seville and I'm a geek champion, do I look like De Niro narrating 'It's another Brown story'.

You, come and report me. You're gonna sweat raspberry-colored rivers. Insomnia, laziness. Report me. On the table, several DVDs I got on sale. You, come and report me. You're gonna sweat raspberry-colored rivers. Insomnia, laziness. Report me. On the table, several DVDs I got on sale.

Someone flew over the cuckoo's nest, and then it turned out to be just a damn bee-eater. My name is Zatu, AKA, half Dracula half Nosferatu. Half a dude more than you. I seek the meaning of life like Bryan, from a slip I had with Meb Ryan, which still bother me. The press and I have a mutual struggle, and we're both condemned to life imprisonment.

I'm Fron Sack, you're DJ Manco like Jean Françoise; I have a pact with Jean O' Dan's wolves. I did a commercial and I'm famous like a Looney Tooney, even though I have the face of Slot, the Goonies monster.

You, come and report me. You're gonna sweat raspberry-colored rivers. Insomnia, laziness. Report me. On the table, several DVDs I got on sale. You, come and report me. You're gonna sweat raspberry-colored rivers. Insomnia, laziness. Report me. On the table, several DVDs I got on sale.

Aha, this song is dedicated to all those rats out there. DJing in the Craig, looking for original movies and CDs. Slater!