| I!
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| Nesty!
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| These guys think this is a joke!
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| Fire!
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| Reggaeton!
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| Why settle down, did you hear?
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| That's the one!
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| And what a jerk
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| And what a jerk
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| These guys think
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| that this is a joke
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| And what a jerk
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| And what a jerk
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| And you see them as
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| It is that they collapse
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| You calm down I walk
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| With the cape and rubber
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| For those who shoot
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| And they fog in my zone
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| they get surly
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| When Voltio shows up
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| The one who wanted to catch me
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| Let the maroma be thrown
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| It doesn't matter if you don't get it
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| Well, I come to the canyon
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| If you do not like it
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| So don't eat it
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| If you don't want to be screwed
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| Don't fuck with people
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| don't threaten
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| My cachucos don't speak your language
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| Hail Mary but what an envy bitch
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| They talk about the king of Rome but not when he looks out
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| You forgive me, I'm not in the sucker
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| And make a crop and feather, like the pigeons
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| I am like that, old-fashioned Enchapau
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| Before throwing me away, first find out
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| One clouded me, the other outlined
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| But none shot, they know more than the chiggers
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| Put your hand now, what a straw consul
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| Let's hit it with attitude
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| No one here has blue blood
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| Shadows want to scare me, boo
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| Although they throw and make vodoo
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| Entangling myself in a chanchú
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| Many want to see me in a coffin
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| Juda and husk, that's you
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| And who do you think Voltio trusts?
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| He challenges me, then he pretends to make me laugh
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| You don't look at me with your face melted
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| Come on, Elías, let me try my aim
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| Take those harpies and erase the stretch marks
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| Mine is quick, my lyric is Lucia
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| What I have is to sound it, and his manias are removed
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| I'm waiting for a lambía
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| Periko he was left-handed, but he knew what he had
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| He watched the train go by every day
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| He pitched pa lo loko and did not get out of the way
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| I took it my bad, See yah!
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| I'm not cheap, nor do I sing doodles
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| I sing what I live, I'm not a jerk
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| I do this, to hesitate for a while
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| And mouths like you, I kill them on the line
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| Put your hand now, what a straw consul
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| Let's hit it with attitude
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| No one here has blue blood
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| Shadows want to scare me, boo
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| Although they throw and make vodoo
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| Entangling myself in a chanchú
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| Many want to see me in a coffin
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| Juda and husk, that's you
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| I!
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| Julius Volt
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| Nesty
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| What is there!
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| The Voltage! |