This is the resident 13th street
With White lion, the people who know the most about toys
Greetings to my friend el vistante
(The Visitor)
And to danny forlaris with the track, which lights up the pari
I'm hungry, very, very hungry
And I don't even have money for a Campbell soup
But with all that and that my rhymes are scrambles
And I eat everyone as if they were a waffle
Faster than a viper
I knock them down without them realizing it like a sniper
And I leave them paraplegic
And then I'm going on vacation to Mexico
To ease the pain with alcohol
They have no balls for me yes
This is not hardcore, this is low-kick
Like e.t like disney with Mickey
Come on, take a zippy, is your pee stopped?
Why don't you suck on his neck and make a picky?
And you scream like a rooster kikirikikirikikirikiki
And you suck a little of kitty's tit milk
Nothing in my house, in my big house
I'm going to have to take a couple of shots of acetone, a few blows
To see if my heart reacts,
With the adrenaline high, very dry without food, well
Very dry with grilled saliva
(I want a couple of rhymes with butter)
To take them down to the miles because my belly is burning
(Oh and I want the chorus to take away)
(On the right with the second window)
(So that's fine ok)
I have a feeling that there is a fucking time bomb
In my seat, do I sit or don't I sit?
My ass is very greasy so I'll leave you
The space so you better sit down your boom, I'm sorry
I don't have anything in my wallet what I have
It's fucking ice in the fridge
I'm skinnier than a bald guy with no hair
And the bitch record labels with the
Fucking pichaeras 'eating good' >On this billboard, my rhyme is accurate
Sincere, truly never fequera
My rhyme is not cheap, it is not vulgar
It is not a whore, it is not merenguera
Ask the cashier
I have a hang on my hose
I have a feeling that there is a
Fucking time bomb
In my seat, do I sit or don't I sit?
I have my ass to ' greasy
So I'll leave you the space
Better sit down your boom, I'm sorry
Here is the one who takes the juice from you
The executioner, the one who takes your brain
And he ties a knot without taking judo classes
I cure you, spitting floride into a
Funnel for your ass, I swear
This man does not defecate on me
This is not this is not cheap oops, I saw you, you're making faces, come here the chubby guy with the tits, yes yourself, the chubby guy with the ismo cap, what's your stupidity)
(I'm from the real hip-hop , hi-hop
You know redman big-nose, Mister)
You can bring a two-pack out of the grave
A three-pack, a four-pack, a town-six- pack
And with to' and that for
The ass of kit-kat boots, if what you have for
Head is a mint tic-tac, you are
A monosapiens, stupid head
(For rock you are an offense)
You have no defense your rhymes are extensive
Slow, now please listen and learn
You know that you are more quiet'
Let the treasury department
My bembas are already dry and not
There are good rappers for snacks
To hell with it, keep putting it slow
I'll sedate my seat for you, I'm not lying to you
I have a feeling that there is a fucking
Time bomb in my seat
Do I sit down or not?
My ass is so greasy
So I leave you the space
You better sit down
Boom!, I'm sorry

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