El Baleado

I put on a touch of cush
And my person is altered
I don't look at monkeys with cutters
And I'm bringing a crazy idea
That calming smoke
Even my brain hits me

Whether unoriginal
Well, I love washing
When I have them short
I'll give them a try
With the gust I bring
I cut them and I'm not panicking

Now when the plane lands
I don't let it land
I love the height
With the chronik it hits harder
And I just tap the track
And I get up again
I plan the attack alone
How am I going to cut them up?

With cooking oil
I watched him fixing a rifle
He hit him some cams
He said he was going to see revenge
Why people were shot
They tortured without measure
The weed they stole from me
They will pay me dearly for it
Why did they let me live?
They would have killed me better
Well, they're not going to finish it
When I bring them in the trunk

I bring you hatred and rage
I'll eat them, I swear
And I'm not going to chew them
I'm not used to chewing
If they left me for dead
They will pay me, I swear
And whoever this suit fits
Talk to me straight away and I'll knock you down