Guasa Guasa Remix

You are a joker, a joker
Joke, joke
(Those who don't like broth are given a bunch of cups!)
You are a joker, a joker
Joke, joke
(You haven't done in your entire life what I achieved in 2 months!)
You are a joker, a joker
Joke, joke
(Well, you are more pigs than your own boss)
You are a joker, a joker
Joke, joke
(The abayarde kicking you out of your house!)

(Tego)
Neither you nor your stupid mafia
Neither with rifles nor pistols
Jump the puddle to explode your mambriola
To you, all who support you, in your bayoya
Not everything that is black is Soya Room
Flow of Cambodia
They are giving you blisters
Get out of the way, the one who is running over is coming
Puerto Rican niche, Creole lyric
Death to the cop, death for the one who rapes
This is for the envy because I sound on the consoles
I'm going to the stick, you continue outside
Hold on with me, don't let go of the rope
So they get out of the queue, and Pola cries
Such people, snoring, they kill people
Face me, but if you had a mind
You would think
At least you're going to swallow some teeth
Get healthy, be smart
You are a joker, a joker
Joke, joke
You are a joker, a joker
Wrap dough
Who prevails
I gave them what they deserve
You have not done in your entire life
What I achieved in 2 months
And my flow is too big for you
What kind of mud
From El Aballarde, they are not even hungry
They are dreaming about me
Sucking with me
Copying my style
Recycling everything I say
I don't have time to waste on lobsters
That when push comes to shove, even snitches come out
It shows
On the wrapper, by the seam
That whatever happens
They call the headquarters
Try
Let there be no future
Another mistake and their welding explodes
To shout "snitches" at them from the patrol car
There is a taunt in Barruya
Before the little black boy runs away
Go ahead and get your head down, coconut tree is coming
Drummer
More of a horse than Romero
Speaking clearly
This is for Lito and Pola
Every abuser gets his Calderon'a
Now hold on, things are getting stuck
I already told you
Hold on, Grampa's coming!

(Hold on, hold on!)
(Blowjobs!)
(Hold on!)

(Volt)
These pigs ask me
Why am I throwing them?
They went to Coyote's radio station, gossiping
When I call that guy
The guy comes out threatening
What are you going to throw at me?
That's going to explode on me
You are going to kill me
The desire to fuck
Crazy here you are dealing with the abnormal
I go everywhere with my lyrics and my metal
You know that the Pina's can't invent
You're good at it, I won't deny it
But you listen to my songs to record later
Because of that scumbag they are looking bad
You're a braggart, I thought we were going to coconut
For the men of adventure
Friendships preserved
Don't get involved in talking shit
When they smoke a little weed
After
They look for someone else to solve their problem
The lion is no longer so brave
As the jungle paints it
They speak badly, for sure
If they are cowards
May God keep them
Of Voltio and the abayarde
You don't want trouble, then jump
My thing is with Lito, pa'
It's 20 pesos extra
In your company all the mam
And in my company everyone pulls
In your company all the mam
(What happened, consul?)
And in my company everyone pulls
(What happened?)
Pina Records has stolen its entire life from its artists
Chezina is nailed down but he is a masochist
There's one out there who's a bit of an electrician
And the other one sings a lot but not with a clue (Chota...)
It seems that he likes having his bottom broken
They haven't realized that Pina is a scoundrel
They appear in the videos and they pull the trigger
And they collect slaps from Carolina to Trujillo

I!
They are broke!
They are overshadowed!
They have no shine!
Daddy, all your artists are gone!
Sure, motherfucker, if you don't pay!
What a face!
If I left
Am I going to stay?
They call me a scumbag
Wild!
You don't play with saints
You don't play with saints

Hey, hey!
In the same flow and in the same song!
Fucking sycophant, asshole!
I have them sucking on the microphone!
Cardboard gangsters!
Pliers, big pliers!
Sponsor this bunch for me!
Ha ha ha!
Hey, this idiot too!
So you think before you speak, mamao'!
And tell your boss
Let him kneel down so he can suck me too!
Here goes his thing!
And to all those who accompany you!
You're all tangles!

Since "El Aballarde", they are not even hungry
(God save them, by Voltio and the abayarde!)
Daddy, things are stuck, things are stuck
I thought you knew about me
Since "El Aballarde", they are not even hungry
(God save them, by Voltio and the abayarde!)
Daddy, things are stuck, things are stuck
I thought you knew about me
That when push comes to shove, even snitches come out
(You are more pigs than your own boss!)
That when push comes to shove, even snitches come out
(You are more pigs than your own boss!)
Speaking clearly
This is for Lito and Pola
Every abuser gets his Calderon'a
Now hold on, daddy, things are getting stuck
I already told you
Hold on, Grampa's coming!
I thought you knew about me
I thought you knew about me
I thought you knew about me
I thought you knew about me

(Hold on, hold on!)
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Hold on, hold on!)
(Blowers, hold on!)