Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cara Escombro " El Hombre Roncha" , by - O'Funk'Illo. Release date: 27.02.2003
Song language: Spanish
Cara Escombro " El Hombre Roncha"(original) |
| Soy el cara escombro el hombre roncha |
| La mala leche, la mala hostia en persona |
| Vivo bajo cartones que rebusco en las basuras |
| Y cuando voy por la calle, la gente se asusta |
| Estoy preparado pa' la gran venganza |
| Con pintura de guerra, machete y lanza |
| No habra ningun sitio donde esconderse |
| Bebed pus de mi roncha sangrante. |
| mamones |
| Oigo voces que me dicen 'que hacer' |
| Soy el elegido pa' afrontar la mision |
| La mision que me otorga 'el seÑor' |
| Matar con mis ronchas de una indigestion |
| Ateos, pecadores, herejes y blasfemos |
| No habra ningun sitio donde enconderos |
| Ningun lugar en el mundo entero |
| Morireis agonizando e ireis al infierno |
| Cara escombro |
| Soy elhombre roncha (x2) |
| Y si tu destino es cruzarte en mi camino |
| Mala suerte… primo! |
| Interesantes e inescrutables |
| Son los senderos del seÑor omnipotente |
| Que me ha convertido en el angel vengador |
| Perforador de anos indecentes' |
| Sobra gente indeseable de sucia moral |
| Acabare con ellos, defecando acido mortal |
| Escupire gargajos verdes, altamente toxicos |
| Que atraparan el alma |
| Del mismisimo diablo |
| Lujuria, libertinaje, perra' guarrrraa' |
| Soy el profeta chungo de aspecto macarra |
| Soy la roncha abierta, altamente infectada |
| Soy la peste de pies de una vida maltratada |
| Palomino disecado en un tirachinas |
| Tatuaran de mierda tu vida 'cochina' |
| Y no habra ningun lugar para esconderse |
| Bebed la pus de mi roncha sangrante |
| (translation) |
| I'm the rubbish face the welt man |
| The bad milk, the bad host in person |
| I live under cardboard that I search through the garbage |
| And when I walk down the street, people get scared |
| I'm ready for the great revenge |
| With war paint, machete and spear |
| there will be nowhere to hide |
| Drink pus from my bleeding welt. |
| suckers |
| I hear voices telling me 'what to do' |
| I am the chosen one to face the mission |
| The mission that 'the Lord' gives me |
| Kill with my hives from indigestion |
| Atheists, sinners, heretics and blasphemers |
| There will be nowhere to hide |
| Nowhere in the whole world |
| You will die in agony and go to hell |
| rubble face |
| I'm the welt man (x2) |
| And if your destiny is to cross my path |
| Bad luck… cousin! |
| Interesting and inscrutable |
| They are the paths of the omnipotent Lord |
| That has turned me into the avenging angel |
| Indecent Anus Piercer' |
| There are plenty of undesirable people with dirty morals |
| I'll kill them, defecating deadly acid |
| I will spit green gargajos, highly toxic |
| that will catch the soul |
| of the devil himself |
| Lust, debauchery, bitch 'guarrrraa' |
| I'm the badass-looking badass prophet |
| I am the open, highly infected welt |
| I'm the foot stink of a battered life |
| Stuffed palomino on a slingshot |
| They'll fucking tattoo your 'filthy' life |
| And there will be nowhere to hide |
| Drink the pus from my bleeding welt |