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 crew is, I had you on a leash
You paid for a stay to avoid going to jail
You were scared, you’re a coward, little dude
To me, you’re not Eduardo, to me, you’re Amparito

I come from reggaeton, dude, people aren’t blind
Sony made you, what the hell are you claiming?
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 people needed help the most, you went silent
No matter how shitty 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, wearing bulletproof vests
Mess with me and you’re messed up everywhere
Now you’re screwed, you’re totally fucked

It’s been a long time since you, yeah, yeah
You backed down on me, yeah, yeah, yeah
They found out through the grapevine, I, I
That the one who came for you was me, me, me

Since the Tyrant sent them to hell
The House of Babylon is an abandoned house
The audience doesn’t, but any rapper understands
That your damn circus without the Monkey doesn’t sell

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

We took it to the streets, and if you’re Biggie, I’m 2Pac
You betrayed me and still, you suck it up
Your people have 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 they never acted
If it’s so real, why didn’t they ever say that?

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

It’s been a long time since you, yeah, yeah
You backed down on me, yeah, yeah, yeah
They found out through the grapevine, I, I
That the one who came for 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
Get ready to fight, if not, stay quiet
The next one’s worse, if I were you, I’d stay quiet

(You can suck it)