EL TESTIGO (RIP PIRLO)

Five minutes to midnight, the year’s about to end
Piñata, the cops are here, the rat's crew (what?)
I’m the K, you’re the K-9 (shh), hanging out at the courthouse
And I stay in the trap, always got four eyes, no rats get in here– (hahaha)
And I stay in the trap, always got four eyes, no rats get in here
A whole year waiting for that shit, is that good?

I was crazy to see blood and blast this carol (hey)
Always the same old shit, talking about skulls and my lipo
That’s no secret to anyone, I hit them all the same (shh)
Pirlo’s insults are just childish insults

You’re fighting with the Kabra, I’m the favorite from Colombia (the goat)
Pirlo’s just a copy of Dominio, Jon Z and Jamby El Favo
I don’t even try and I swear I’ll finish you
Talking about bullshit, when he knows damn well he’s all talk

Now the whores are classier and more exotic (swish)
Your android guns are all fake trauma (fake)
I called the Blessed and told him to lower your tracks, wow (wow)
You sucked off FERXXO and didn’t even get a cut (no)

Since when can someone who got beat up sing trap?
Someone who when they got their ass kicked ran straight to report it (to 911)
Come out of the closet, Pirlo, tell the truth
That the flow and the blow make you doubt your sexuality (uh-huh)

Have you doubted your sexuality? Answer, huh, Pirlo?
That question is complex
I take it (this faggot, hahaha)

Times change and that change has you stressed out
What’s going on? (Yeah) shooting, after a year it feels stuck
I go out and I haven’t heard you anywhere
And the places I’ve packed, in your whole life, bro, you’ve never filled

I’ve already hit all the clubs, now I’m in coliseums
Bring the crew, I’ll take them all, one by one (one by one)
I’m gonna do the same thing I did to Reboll two years ago (hahaha)
The freshest in the game, likes it when you give her the finger, oh

Oh, no love, what’s the funniest part of all? (Uh-huh)
It’s that when we were together, since he blew so much, he couldn’t get it up (what?)
And he’d tell one like: Hey, stick your fingers in to see if that gets me hard (hahaha)

Oh, take advantage, I won’t give you another round
This is for today, for today, and I’m not the same as yesterday
I took the flow from you, bro (I)
And in your area, the one who took the whole scene is called Topboy, fact

All the girls leave me, daddy, I switch girls whenever I want (oh, yeah)
Not even Luisa Castro let you show her off (why?)
Who’s gonna want to be seen with a lowlife rat? (Who?)
Lowlife, you owe your career to the Blessed

Emanuel, you were a meme, I was trending
Before, both remixes dropped and I passed you (hey)
In Cali, they saw you as a joke, a comedian
You thought you were tough for smoking and sniffing glue (oh no, so scary, oh no)

I gave you shelter and you forgot, that’s gonna leave a mark for your whole life (bitch)
You saw money and forgot, ungrateful rat
This dude was offering to sniff even his ass (oh, no)
And the worm was eating the women of the crew (bitch)

Like the one from Queroso at Geezy’s house (what?)
Or don’t tell me you never told him (haha)
That out of anger you went and wormed around
That while filming the video for "Which one is that?" you nailed her (but nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows)

Supposedly Cali Cartel, your cartel is called The Cartel of the Snitches (snitch)
You act tough, but you won’t be when your dirty laundry comes to light (shh)
And don’t be surprised if tomorrow the data about the Rat with Sofía Avendaño comes out, no (gay)
I don’t believe that bad one, that snitch files reports (snitch)

She paints her nails, oh no, put her in a skirt and some fuchsia thongs (the thong)
Pirlo pulls out the fake and has the Fat Guy make him a Russian, dude
A little rich kid from the USA took your spot
And I don’t get how he acts tough and how he talks

Because when Deuxer shot up the studio, he did nothing (nah)
Talking about I bought a wrecked G-Wagon
I bought that and another of the same, you can’t even afford a wrecked one
An old Range Rover that cost you less than 300

I paid 1200 for the last G-Wagon (oh, no)
You have empty concerts (hahaha)
You canceled the Cúcuta show because there’s no ticket sales (empty concert coming soon)
The Rat, you’re going to the pipe, I’ll piss on your grave and burn the flowers (yeah)

All the neighborhoods and sectors back me up (hahaha)
They don’t want those rumors to come out
That they had to pay to (huh?)
So that the party they threw in Pereira with minors doesn’t come to light, ah

The Fat Guy is a pedophile and you’re Garavito (ha)
You projected your fetishes by throwing shade at the Blessed
Your uncle touched you when you were a kid (yeah)
You ended up liking it when you were little (hahaha)

Hey, bro, another? Another sucker?
Let it go, you already killed it
Don’t waste your time, dude
Don’t you see you can’t even fill a wake?
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
Amen
Brothers and sisters, we gather today to celebrate this funeral mass and commend the soul of Jean Emmanuel Cortés
Born on July 25, 1999, and passed away on December 25, 2025
The National Police and the Prosecutor’s Office join in mourning, silently and respectfully accompanying this moment
With faith and solemnity, let’s put this act in the Lord’s hands, amen (haha)

Another dead, another body, another empty concert
That dude needs to be taken out, he’s more dead than alive, it makes no sense
After so much diss (huh?), $300,000 for the songs, not even that ad has helped
That dude doesn’t light up even if I pass him the flow (yes sir)

Insecure because I got lipo and more than you, dude
To wear that cheap Rolex, you’d be better off with a G-Shock (better)
Since you couldn’t fill even a court in your own niche
(Turn off the lights, turn off the lights, dude, so those holes over there don’t show too much, hahaha)

Te-Teco, you sing at shows and it echoes
And I don’t care about your vest (yeah)
Pirlo isn’t from Colombia, Pirlo is Venezuelan pride
Turn off the lights so the holes don’t show

I’m a fresh kid in Cali, he’s a rich kid from Brickell
It’s not my fault that my success bothers you
Today I went out with Tiger-Onitsuka, dude, I’m in Nikes
Anyone can slap you like Stiven did to Chicle, ah (hahaha)

For real, the one who does it imagines it (uh-huh)
You thought you were a thug for smoking on a corner (what?)
Your movie is fake, your movie is Chinese (yeah)
Like when you made people believe you were with Valentina

Alright, my love, lend me your phone
Let’s show people that this faggot is making up stories about me
Let’s dismantle him (another strategy, hahaha)
I thought that the controversy and the fa–, the fallacy we threw was to hate on Kris R
I thought that would give him hate
Hate (hahaha)

Well, tell us, tell us about the hoodie and the cap, and the glasses and all that
The hoodie, eh, stayed back in Cali, but I did bring the glasses and the cap
But for the hoodie, I’m gonna buy the same cap so that when I post the TikTok in two days
Well, I’ll post the TikTok in Spain, maybe tomorrow, or Friday

Who knows how that dude will put it, right?
In his head, he’ll think I’m messing with you, yeah, and all that
But maybe he’ll also think we’re making the picture
But he’s stressed, he’s stressed (hahaha)

I’m the trap from Medallo, well, the trap from Colombia (oh, yeah)
Wherever I go, they always roll out the red carpet
Normal, what’s the fuss, dude? Why do you mention me? (Why?)
If I go for you, you won’t make it to the second round (let’s go)

And I’m going for the first
I measure up against yours, with that one and anyone (with anyone)
I feel like Goyo, Myke Towers the panther (yeah)
The bikes, the rifles, and the New Era caps

A loaded supplier, a dead body and your body on the sidewalk (paw, paw, paw)
This is Medallo, where not even shit gets copied (not even shit)
You say you live it, you’re a snitch and a rat (snitch)
I wasn’t born in the hood, but I grew up among thugs

You’re being turned in by the same one who snitches so much (oh no, hahaha)
Eh, they see me, they get scared (hey), on a bike through Manrique (whore)
We don’t copy from horror, there’s no Jeepers Creepers here (pa-pa-pah)
I’ll go to Cali and make you vomit blood (shh)

Watch out for the coke (oh), shooting crazy bullets
A couple of months in, I already bought my ranch and truck (normal)
This is Colombia but always in European clothes (oh, yeah)
Here the snitches and the rats die in their mouths (hahaha)

That’s me, the face of trap in Colombia, that’s me (that’s me)
The one taking the flow, that’s me (oh)
The image of trap, sisas, that’s me
Here we sell Piponas, not Ziploc bags

I’m only gonna throw this at you, watch out for the girls you sleep with
Pirlo has herpes and calls it: The mark of the beast
When he’s with the crew they say: Which one do we pass it to?
Talk to them, Alexa, because we don’t make this up

This one only makes numbers when he drops
Flaunting with nightclubs, lives in a lie
Ra-Ra-Ra-Rat, filthy, body of a chihuahua, face of a chiguira
Next year I’ll announce the Movistar, Macarena and tours, hehe

Through Europe, through the USA and I’ll close in Colombia
Don’t flaunt with nightclubs, kid, make the spot I made in a piece
Or better yet, I’m gonna challenge you, come to Medellín
And make at least one nightclub, just one, and that’s it

You know you can’t, hahaha
And keep trying to set me up with the little girls
Let that go already, it didn’t work for you, normal
What I had to say, I already said
Why keep talking shit?
Talk to them, Deezy
Talk to them, Prime (money Makers)
Talk to them, Monja (monja, don’t got mercy on these niggas)
With the chinga around, GODFIRST, better said