A Limpiar el Sucio

Alright everyone, we’re going to make a line
Anyone who wants to hit me show me your armpits
Lift up your arms
Hey! Without elbowing yourselves
Grab a rock and stone me
And follow my milk’s trail
Because with this from 13th Street
I’ve nailed like 500 chicks in two months
Skinny ones, fatties, midgets, twins, Siamese-twins
If El Residente still doesn’t convince you of it
It’s because you, sir, have a head closed, square like a cube
Or it may be because your brain isn’t prepared for so much juice
As you please I’ll push it to you
Without casting any black magic voodoo
Without any witchcraft I’ll push it to you through your ass
Take out the funnel
Erectly directly through the rectum I inject nectar
I foul up your brain with the dirty dialect
I detest the insects
And I land a hit on to the guts with a perfect swing
I know that it fucks with you off to listen to me daily
And its that this is only one hit, there’s plenty
Every time you hear me on the radio
It fucks with you more than mud on the lip
Its not my fault that I might have a bigger vocabulary
I passed you the club
Roller roller blade
You listening to rap and me Poisson and White Snake
And with all this I killed it once in my first break
What you gonna, what you gonna, what you gonna say?
For those that are nodding off here I brought you some Ben Gay
El genre is backed up, it has a delay
That’s why to be the King in this field day is a joke

Coro

Right here I have your retirement plan
Buy a nine-millimeter and shoot yourself in the mouth
So that all your brain juices leak out
We’re going to stain the spring
With calf’s blood to you for being such a bad fucking reporter
Your articles are diarrhea
That’s why you’re single without a boyfriend
It’s obvious that you’re a microbe to me
I’m going to give you a little advice
Why don’t you go to Big Saturday and die with all the old folks?
With soiled panties and melt your skin into the chair
And with your death your complexes melt away
I know that I’m going to hell
But I’m going with you
And down there I’m going to give it to you down there, I’m going to punish you
Because I also like old ladies
That’s how no-talent half-dumbasses are
With zero percent of intelligent thoughts
Guilty of idiocy
Caused by commentaries made without base and foundation
This song is arriving at the brink of boredom
This way the Visitante unleashes the course so that the wind takes it away

Coro x2

This is the only time that you’re going to be famous
This is your moment, enjoy it
Oh yeah, and come out of the closet, your mom deserves that much
Speak clearly, come out of the closet
Although it doesn’t seem it, I love you a lot (kisses)
A little kiss (kiss)x2, Old lady, a kiss for the old lady (little kisses)