Se Los Cargó El Payaso (feat. Santa RM)

They throw a lot at me, but it slides off
I keep rising and that gets to them
They throw a lot at me, but they can't match me
Because rappers like me they won't find anymore

They throw a lot at me, but it slides off
Today I'm living good, I've left the bad behind
I don't let them clip my wings anymore
Because rappers like them, there are two, three, or more

The clown got them, their failure is approaching
They've thrown so much crap and I don't even pay attention
I tear them apart, come, I'll give you a hug
And when I'm hugging them, I'll rip off an arm

Because I'm the craziest damn one in the whole county
Because I'm sick of them being so full of themselves
I don't know what's up with them, tell me
Did they fall as kids or what? Please, explain

We're in this old mess
And you thinking that hurts us
They say they have cattle, I bring the whole herd
Everything they've thrown at me, I've sent straight down the drain

Let's go hard until our bodies can't take it
I don't care who leaves, who stays, or who gets scared
They don't have this flow, not even with a transplant
What we do isn't made for beginners

They want to kill me, that
Damn sad clown
From clown to clown, I'm not here to tell jokes
Don't feel too good, you seem like a damn Platanito
I grab them all together and put them in a little box

They feel like tough guys, those damn big mouths
We put them in a cage, let them run from the lions
You don't have the flow or this style at all
Not even your lyrics come close, idiot, you should jump

They want to bring me down, but they can't handle it
So many tears overwhelm me
I made them spin with a tire
Don't mess with Toser, especially if he's with Santa

I dress up as a clown to kill like John Gacy
You're a copy of a copy like a Malibu Stacy
Be careful, I'm crazy, I dress them up like hookers
You're just a failed clown like Krusty

They throw a lot at me, but it slides off
I keep rising and that gets to them
They throw a lot at me, but they can't match me
Because rappers like me they won't find anymore

They throw a lot at me, but it slides off
Today I'm living good, I've left the bad behind
I don't let them clip my wings anymore
Because rappers like them, there are two, three, or more

Hey, hey, listen
It's damn Toser one, bro
Santa RM
AGW Beats
Tell me, Tony
The clown got them