Xcremento

The pure fucking dick (ah)
They are stubborn
Where were the pigs (ha)
Where are the pigs

Every time I get closer to God less
It doesn't carry even a fucking bit of feelings
My mom tells me, you're too skinny
Pull up your pants and change those damn rags
Because if I escape, I won't get caught
For you on the street they are called lowlifes
I open the tip and ask you a question I answer to those who don't give a fuck who you hang out with
Long live the 25 clowns in the circus
They detach from the ground because their rap enchants the boys
And here today giving it hard with the homies
Respect us like the flag of your country
Here the song jumps you seem like a jukebox
Because you rap what that bunch of girls want to hear
Throwing their shit their plate
As that one said my fucking Paka clothes
The neighbors come out to see bad smells
No roses or flowers come out for me
For the damn old lady and if you don't like it there's the stop
All punk and we fail the drug test
That puts an end to say that he was here
They thought I was ripped
But I stayed on the trip
With your team you're just giving grip
I hear them and my stomach turns
Why don't you get rid of it depress or water down
If you stop rapping and apply yourself there asshole
This is really cool
Fucking shit from the toilet
Pure dirt from the TH horror
All those in the head put a hat on us
So that your crew gets cold
God bless the fucking whore who raised us so badly
This infects you and injects us
Well it's with you it doesn't make the connection

I declare war on all your friends
They bark so much it seems like they were born by a bitch
For those who don't understand double p in the contest
I come with the owners of the powerful material
We are from the X walking everywhere
In the middle of the street homie we don't bow down
They breathe because the air is going to be scarce
The THR homicide arrived in your park
There are many things I have to talk about
Walk carefully so you don't slip
With the excrement that my whole crew throws
Here they sting you get ready it's not a movie
All day on the headset
Blessed crap I bring a lot to throw
The harmful man is back
I come with wider phrases they get stuck in my neck
Listen to the prayer of all your gang
I wakareo to m. C his stomach turns
When we hear your nonsense
There all clowns here all ceses
We draw inspiration from the worst places
Dirty for nothing exemplary children
We make them go back with phrases or fist
Toxic language to put children to sleep
It's just luck if we wake up alive
It's from saniko with all the fucking plague
They think they're tough because they cross without looking both ways
Dead feelings I have no future in 25 are my dreams

666 from the 1, 9, 6 we are the dirty never liars
Here the fucking drummer betrays THR dude
They ask for rap in Monterrey hey
The important man is the one who ignores me when I ask for a vacancy
Ankle I look bad I live without contracts
Always against what that one says
I shit on the law good for you that to you
It's the one that rules you for me I know who chooses
My mother doesn't understand why I don't want a suit
Life escapes and people worry about clothes they look at us
Different we are from the people who don't believe in presidents
This is about that resistance to live my way not anyone's
There are few of us left many
Others support us the house remains firm dominating even in your block goat
Don't come here we are already complete to hell there are no respects
We are excrement of that which bothers
Not that you suppose you win bets
To me you don't count days of craziness or what you were fucking ravalera
It was the word I was looking for and I was lost not in love
You confuse this with what you have trusted
So no (no) no (no) and no
I don't like how you talk to the microphone
The horn blows with snigth in thi six is
With a stubborn pen I write it and live it in front of the mic (me)
I arrive I prepare I jump fury split throats
All behind the blessed crap harmful
Long live the X (time) I don't know if you believe it (time) it's what you deserve
To be in front of these 3, 6
For you dirty slobbery fist
You say you're greedy when you don't even reach brat
That's real paranormal activity is normal
That you stay on the ground like such an animal
Bad born spawn badly born living from ratisias when you haven't even known it
The lakras have come out imposing the plate you take out
Let's see if with this you calm down there's Karol it arrives
So that they understand that these guys don't bend
The problem is how I think
The problem is if I start
The problem is if it turns out with the same route
And fucking pisses me off son of a bitch and it doesn't matter anymore
It's pure blasphemy pissed on do whatever you do I don't compare your class
Bottle what happens and with a spill the base robbery arrives and think that
You are the best the problem is that you are combative
You are an adored loser this is censored mark it as crossed out (as crossed out)

Yeah the one with the heavy skull I tell the same story
Of being like me you would endure me
In the 5 kilers
Maybe in the reptiles
One more crazy crazy patrestoso crazy
Irresponsible I put the most discreet looks my destiny
I'm an untamable cat with a killer style
Chased by thought my delirium
No more that I take my luck as a scapular
I put my foot on the scandalous ground
I'm leaving the footprint every time I rap and enjoy it
Amazing the fucking style I produce daily
They ask here in the neighborhood for the most ordinary MC
The fat one with the heavy tactic
Aka I am the author of the most unhinged rhyme
I put the writing put with some note
I represent the crazy rhyme and what it's your turn
Crazy the situation of this fucking time
I am the destroyer of the fucking practical rhyme
I release allergically the crap
From here just cured of your fucking nonsense