Dónde estás perra?

Aha
Tell me, Maxo
Let’s get another one down
Papa Dog is back

I’m gonna drop a diss track, I need it
More like a massacre, Jesus Christ
Tell them the truth, let them know you’re a myth
If you back down, just imagine the chubby guy

What a joke, your pack, I had you on a leash
You paid for a stay to avoid the heat
You were scared, you’re a coward, little dude
To me, you’re not Eduardo, to me, you’re Amparito

I come from reggaeton, man, people aren’t blind
Sony made you, what the hell are you whining about?
They were rockers, they were pop stars, all losers, but you deny it
And what about Tego Calderón and Julieta Venegas?

Prefabricated product, TV and radio for your act
You were the cover-up for the hole left by Control
Machete, they used you as a toy
Of the copies of Cypress Hill, you were the worst

Judas, always leaves behind the one who helps him
If you’re there in the good times, in the bad, no doubt
When your crew needed help the most, you went silent
No matter how messed up it is, you don’t forget who helps you

Ungrateful, bad friend, bad seed
And bad at rapping, how can you compete with me?

A bunch of punks who are really wild
Badass kids, armored vests
Mess with me and you’re messed up everywhere
Now you’re screwed, you’re totally done

It’s been a while since you, yeah, yeah
That you backed down from me, yeah, yeah, yeah
They found out through the grapevine, uh, uh, uh
That the one who came after you was me, me, me

Since the Tyrant sent them to hell
The Babylon House is an abandoned place
The audience doesn’t, but the real rappers know
That your damn circus without the Monkey doesn’t sell

Because you rapping a cappella, my dude
Not even the old heads buy that
He said at Vive Latino: If he goes, I’m not going
And you got played, because I was the one who filled the venue

We took it to the streets, and if you’re Biggie, I’m 2Pac
You threw a sneak attack and still, you suck it
Your crew has seen me alone, so tell me, what have they done?
I stand in Monterrey, you can see what we’re made of

Where you at, dogs? In the truck they took down
That my tracks played and left abandoned on the street
They told you who it was, but never acted
If it’s so real, why didn’t they ever say it?

A bunch of punks who are really wild
Badass kids, armored vests
Mess with me and you’re messed up everywhere
Now you’re screwed, you’re totally done

It’s been a while since you, yeah, yeah
That you backed down from me, yeah, yeah, yeah
They found out through the grapevine, uh, uh, uh
That the one who came after you was me, me, me

I’m gonna drop a diss track, I need it
More like a massacre, Jesus Christ
Tell them the truth, let them know you’re a myth
I’m in Monterrey, you’re not coming to Jalisco

If I got you, you’re gonna stay quiet
If it’s true, then don’t stay quiet
It’s gonna get real, if not, stay quiet
The next one’s worse, if I were you, I’d stay quiet

(You’re gonna back down)