Q.E.P.D

Give me a beer, my buddy, or a red wine
Your silly buddy came, he regrets not being different
Boom, bang, how's it going, dad? I brought strict rap
So you don't come to talk and criticize all my rhythms

I do everything, I don't limit myself
I write, I record, I release it on the mic
And I laugh at the whole scene
They think they're so good and only have fame
That's the difference; I don't make a fuss
And I roll joints with all my buddies
And I enjoy life, family, and rhymes
I don't give a damn about the envy of the crowd
Bad man! But calm down
I shot an arrow in the air and almost killed my neighbor
A meter and a half away from becoming a fugitive
Sometimes being an idiot gets you close to being a killer
But luckily that wasn't the case bro
That's how I spend my time
I almost overflow the flow
Daddy, who's underground?
Fuck your life, rhyme fan
They contaminate hip hop
They're the ruin, they're not real
And they don't rhyme a single line

I take out the gifts I have everywhere
Art zone
A rapper tells me I'm scared
I have more balls than you, ignorant
Do you want to give me life lessons?
Leave the crap and then talk to me
That crap burns your brain
And seriously, kid, you're a fool
Let's think about it together
Where did all the problem start?
You insulted me because you thought
I was hitting on your girl
I don't blame you there, you have a point
But something doesn't add up for me
And it's that you did the same with a rapper
Piece of bitch

How many songs did you make about me?
Am I really that important?
You can't write a lyric without thinking of my face
You like me a lot
You can't write a lyric without thinking of my face
You like me a lot
Right now you're already thinking
What to answer me, how to kill me
I have bad news for you
I listened to your song and laughed
I just don't let anyone mess with me
That's why I mess with you with this beating
Don't you have a daughter? Get your act together
What's wrong? Does it hurt that I rhyme the truth?
That I spit in your face the cold truths
And expose your life like you do mine?

(Hey) I don't like you
You don't have the level either
You have problems with everyone
Check what you're doing
You boast about guns and theft
Tremendous stupidity
You boast about drugs and money
Because you don't have love
Mamén, I don't like you
You don't have the level either
You have problems with everyone
Check what you're doing
You boast about guns and theft
Tremendous stupidity
You boast about drugs and money
Because you don't have love
I came to sew your mouth, put the points
Take off your mask
If you attack me, my lyrics defend me
They hit you twice, better not mess with me
You didn't respect me: swallow it whole
You wanted to beat me and you won a scheme
In which I show you're the biggest lie
That the planet has ever birthed
Shut up and pack your bags
Although not even, I don't think anyone loves you
But that's your fault, not others'
If you don't change, sorrow consumes you
And hitting yourself with the hardest drug doesn't cure the problem
It only exaggerates it
And don't come and tell me you're from the street
We hear that in all your songs

And I'm sure he'll respond to me
Because it hurts in his heart and he doesn't know what the hell to do
Because he feels overwhelmed with the phrases I threw at him
Because I didn't say his name and everyone knows who he is
Mamén, and I'm sure he'll respond to me
Because it hurts in his heart and he doesn't know what the hell to do
Because he feels overwhelmed with the phrases I threw at him
Because I didn't say his name and everyone knows who he is