Alergia

Life is fucking shit (4x)

X-ray my soul,
All your broken bones show the plaque,
No trauma will fix this for me,
Kilos of plaster to rebuild my spirit,
That I don't put impetus into life? what do you know.

I have allergies to certain things, watery eyes,
Candles in pits and cortisone don't cut them,
That doesn't matter, allergy or lazy, or short,
In my body it gets stuck in this way...

I made an astral trip to a distant planet,
I peed on the land in the distance with all its charms,
Beautiful face, but I also saw the cross of the balloon,
And I thought about going down and everything because, damn, I saw
A kangaroo holding a child.
She deserves to be raped, stoned, impaled in the main square,
If a woman can't be spanked by anyone, she deserves a minimum garrote.
Vile guillotine, or outright castration.

There is no forgiveness, everything goes inward, so no one knows my sorrows,
I sweat the tears and thus I hide miseries,
Armpits can't cope, rivers of tears,
I laugh at everything and I'm so sad.

Make this song happy, I drink my rum and your rum
And I return home because it's already late
And I'm getting tan from the sun.
Allergic, not to penicillin
But that doctor has the face of a bream
And it gives me a bad feeling.
I am allergic to cemeteries, hospitals,
The atmosphere, let's say, is not very pleasant.
My life is consumed like a smoked cigarette,
By an inveterate tobacco smoker and with the wind at his side.

Then to ashes, that's what it all boils down to,
The man is a Nobel or a camel, or a Marlboro,
Fuck the intestine, it's a big labyrinth,
Like peristaltic peppers and with a purpose that everyone knows.

Everything comes to an end, crying is anal,
And I'm going to finish on my ass,
And I'm not talking about shitting,
I can never escape this panic room,
Without help, tragic end.

My only way out is to go out through the air conditioning vent,
And crawl towards the light of the next room,
I have to disconnect the pump: which cable do I choose? the red or the white?
I have seconds left to be detonated.

Metaphors of life on the limit, the occasional syncope,
Between living and bordering dead,
and what about that liter? and I thirsty,
A passive waiter
It's worth telling his boss, fire him!

Allergic to pachanga rap,
Fusion of function, with the casting,
Cold and with a full moon I am the snot-man
To end the curse,
Silver bullets and gold handkerchiefs.

Allergy to not seeing her anymore,
If you see me looking at the sky
And waving your hand
It's just that I'm greeting pilar,
You will be better there, for sure,
Better than in this fucking world of shit without a future,
I have the zeal.

I'll fuck the duct tape through the hole,
With a condom to hit later,
I'll put a poster on the wall
With the face of some pepero leader
And I will throw darts into his eyes to make him blind.

It's not an allergy to these, it's disgust
To those with the double p of diarrhea, a hose,
I only support one war and it is that of styles,
Like a bazooka, my beak,
And as a projectile my supersonic microphone.

And I'm hoarse, that's because I have allergies,
My sour face is the lack of my eternal enemy joy,
I am a guy with a serious smile,
If I survive death and have an allergy to life.

Eh you, rumba r and sho-hai master
They're allergic to your "shit" rap
Any problem? I'm the hip hop guy,
Suck my bar of fua, you shitty poppers
I'm allergic to shitty politicians.
You traitors in rap eat my shit,
Everyone go to the same fucking shit.