Chello:
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To put on a veil like death
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Everyone upstairs, I'm back for rhymes
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Beware of scumbags
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I leave you without money, without wine, without clothes, without watch, chain, mobile at the Last Supper
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I don't give dedication, yes, your crow would die, when I step on the manele, the country is flooded
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It's the foot pushing the ladder
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The voice that spoils the evening
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Like… will spend the marching band
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I don't have the profile of a martyr, I give it in a nutshell
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Stay on the wire in delirium, I'm grilling in the cemetery
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Take your bitch to bed, bring nuns to bed
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Don't waste time because it's not healthy to hit them in the head
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Test me with the polygraph and it'll come out like hell
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Get me in the loudspeakers to kill your grandpa
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I don't play billiards as a bad game
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And I break your heel and tie you up because you don't understand
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To guard my tree
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I hate street dust and house cold
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To lose my temper, force me to carry a net
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When I feel like a citizen, it means I'm depressed
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I study some herbs and I play pac-pac
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Walking:
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Wait, I'm taking you for granted, you're speechless
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I wrap you in the folder with the kidnapping from the greenhouse
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I throw you out the window, you wonder what I have
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You don't understand at all, I'm setting you on fire because I don't have any money to bury you
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Open the basement, what do you do to understand, make peace in the dead of the mother that I want
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to watch the match
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The baby is crying for you, as beautiful as you
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Don't cry in vain, I give him reasons
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I wanted to blow up Miss Piranda's neighbor
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But if you listen to the manele, I'll put it to you
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I cut your head off my shoulders to take your tie
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To be a handsome boy, as my father says
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On lambada rhythms I do the rucada well
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Take an acid bubble bath for a neighbor
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I'll take two more pills, after all, if I were like that
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Where did my dick get so many rhymes
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I'm perfectly normal, but they don't want to understand me
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That I am loved by my neighbors as a black bug |