Por Clave El Caiman (feat. Legado 7)

Pure fucking bullshit
With ribbon rifles with armored monsters
We are men not clowns
That with the flakita we are well agreed

What a beautiful tracatera
There in the mountains you can hear the radios
May there not be one alive
And the dog who was bullfighted is brave

Alerts were activated
There is a curfew, the devil is on fire
In putiza the tanks
The fucking opposite's pots fly

There's a reason I'm the alligator
I broke my dick, it was proven
To swallow your soul
If I don't think about it, I'll leave them scattered.

The Russian raffle is here
The crowd shouts with rifle in hand
All that fucking scourge
What is getting into
Let it open why we kill them

The p1 the alligators
The foxes, the lions are on the verge
Here comes another boss
With metal in hand they call him thunderous

Here pure bandedona
And school of the dark macho so that they know
The lord of the bazooka
For Mr. R, he is respected here

Mexicali is hot
Here comes a line of several trucks
It's surely the alligator
Here pure Russian and the Russian weighs