Tatico Assassino III

Oh man, if I already stole it, that's my problem
Oh man, if I've already killed it's my problem
Oh man, if I trafficked, that's my problem
Don't try to judge me that you are not God

Forget the Blazer, Scénic, the tactical assassins
You will ride and parade in Freedom wheelchairs
Why did I like to joke
This kid is a piece of shit!
Now take 5 shots from the shit in the back
Every slap you give encourages
Kids shoot and send police to physiotherapy
Or to remove the 9mm bullets
PM necropsy the favela applauds
First Round get on the bike
Unload it in the face, the wake is just with the photo
And at the funeral there will be flowers, a gun salute
He will appear on Globo, just like a good guy
Shit country of merit badge
To the broken-in cop who sends more brothers to the cemetery
Do you know why those who die at the hands of men
Neither is Faustão's son, nor Willian Bonner's heirs
It's me, it's you, it's us, it's the favela
It's time for PM's widow to light a candle

Rátátá trilogy to make you gush
Worm blood on the track, watch the heads fly
To spread Judas's brains across the taticão
Tactical assassin part III annihilation

And society is scared by the shootings
The weapons that killed poor people now tear the police apart
And stains the ROTAM uniforms red
Whoever plants slap today will harvest candy tomorrow
That the heir must understand how the favela suffers
A while ago, a sea of blood only floated a good body
Now the body of a pig in a beige uniform will float
That creates the concert of terror that the devil conducts
That turns children into serial killers
Who loves to make the judge kiss the ring canvas
That leaves the pipe blocked to kill soldiers
And in the expertise a worm full of tin lodged
The monster you created made with the weapons that Israel manufactures
Here we use it to scare experts
Who is impressed by the amount of bullets
All night at the IML to check the holes in the uniform
What shows on TV for people to be shocked
Police are all good blood
Only if it's spillable!

Rátátá trilogy to make you gush
Worm blood on the track, watch the heads fly
To spread Judas' brains across the taticão
Tactical assassin part III annihilation

Tell your father, so that your stepmother can change
Instead of the child playing the cop on the sixth floor
To smash worm brains on the asphalt
Creating head mass, uniform, blood all mixed together
Oh, get up bro, applaud the mourning PM
National Anthem playing and the uniform wearing the deceased
Because the system creates now there is blood on the track
The brothers are skin flesh, bones, hate to kill police
Thinking that it's papaya that the poor are stupid
Spitting blood from your mouth, I want to see you activate reinforcement
Ask for help because the high is crazy
A little bit of cinnamon on your belt will decree you dead
Because crime is rushing to organize itself
Ammunition purchased in Paraguay makes worms agonize
It makes society alarmed to enter into danger
Call God, Jesus Christ, and not even the Power Rangers
He'll come and save you, it's no use asking for help
November 2nd for ROTAM good police are dead police

Rátátá trilogy to make you gush
Worm blood on the track, watch the heads fly
To spread Judas' brains across the taticão
Tactical assassin part III annihilation

Rátátá, clap, clap, clap, rattátá, clap, clap, clap
Rátátá, clap, clap, clap
Police are all good blood
Only if it's spillable!