| I go!
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| listen to me frustrated
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| you were never an artist
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| At the expense of a dead girl you made fame
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| Opportunist
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| You ran out of that trump card and not even God listens to you
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| Better get on with the interviews, pseudo-journalist
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| You wanted to come to Mexico to give concerts
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| With expenses paid and also with a cache
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| I refused; |
| I don't like you and you don't sell a single ticket
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| Since then, whenever you can, you attack me online
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| Untagged, you mention me; |
| you have no balls
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| Neither talent, but that is evident
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| You know it and that's why you hardly do rolas anymore
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| One day you crash due to reckless driving
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| You are so many decadent
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| Big children, irresponsible fallacious
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| and it is evident
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| The truth hurts you; |
| lynch me in a chat
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| It amuses me to see poodles that show their teeth
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| "Well, I didn't want to do this song but I do" (Huh?)
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| The mangina are cut by the same pattern
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| The one to throw stones and hide the hand
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| Fool, you did just what we intended; |
| we manipulate you
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| You don't know what an argument is, I tell you
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| Isn't YouTube capitalism, advertising?
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| Your argument is to say "They won't understand"
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| You're the one who doesn't get it because you're so slow
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| And you provoke by mentioning others
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| You start with these fights talking about more
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| And you get angry if they make you a beef that you shouted for
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| You lack self-esteem and a sense of reality
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| You repeat that I need to do this
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| While you do the same because that's how you set an example
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| By the way, I send a small mention to your silly groupie, the one who thinks he is
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| Thor
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| He imitates me doing quickies but he understands him much worse
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| bye
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| Her longing for him is to arrive
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| to be real
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| my game is to let go
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| More bile to catalyze
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| I go
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| Sometimes I keep things, I prefer to keep quiet
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| Maybe by third parties, for having the party in peace
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| But that is not good; |
| I end up exploding
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| Spreading shit just like a nuclear blast
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| I'm the chump in the class, that's true
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| For behaving well with ungrateful children
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| Couple of cousins who were in Magnos
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| We really take care of you guys; |
| I never treated you badly
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| I promoted you on the networks when you were nothing
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| I paid you for the design and cover photo
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| You left using that material for your face
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| And you didn't even say thank you to the photographer in the credits
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| I advised you, I mixed you and I did not charge you
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| There are old tweets of mine talking about you well
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| And I understand that you chose another path; |
| It is normal
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| But you left as bandits through the back door (ay)
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| Badmouthing in interviews about my label
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| Telling peers that it's bad for them
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| I swear I expected an apology because no
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| I understand that you could do that so badly
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| You dissolved and I was in the trance
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| I tried to help as much as I could
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| But you were weird; |
| one had an affair with his cousin
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| I had to give the other a stage name because he wanted to be called Balance (How?)
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| Her longing for him is to arrive
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| to be real
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| my game is to let go
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| More bile to catalyze
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| I wanna scream
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| there is no reason to hide
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| Today I'm going to leave
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| Everyone with their ass in the air
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| and there is no more
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| Good |