BILLIE JEAN (part. El Doctor)

Do you see me with a pipe in my hand?
Who’s gonna believe that?
What, you ain't got the guts, dude?
The only thing left for you to say: poor but honest, dude
Look at those rims, dude, they’re sick, dude
Those rims, man
Which ones?
Those, dude, the Fila up there on the Topper
Blue and yellow, killer man, those
They’re so good, man
Oh, I already saw those
They’re so good
No, but the Nikes run faster
What are you saying, dude? Shoes don’t run, you’re the one who runs

Doctor, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, tell 'em Doctor (yeah)
Ladies and gentlemen
The most hated
Hold up, hold up, yeah

Let’s clash if these fools are looking for a fight
Tonight those rappers are gonna be my bitches
We’re the most hated so let’s make them learn
With The Doctor by my side, stealing the scene
I’m gonna rob those rich kids
I’m gonna rob those rich motherfuckers
Better not give it away, or I’ll send the heat
I’m gonna rob those fools
I’m gonna rob those rich kids
I’m gonna rob those rich motherfuckers
Better not give it away, or I’ll send the heat
I’m gonna rob those fools

Oh, are they rappers?
No, thieves, fuck your mother

I owe nothing to nobody
I’m the only witness to the shit I went through
Those rich kids want to see me, I never touched any punk rapper
To mom and dad who saw me dance Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
Don’t cry for me anymore, now I sing to the world, we’re not stealing

You listen to my tracks because I’m black
You cross the street because I’m black
Your bitch loves me because I’m black
Because I’m black, I’ll die first
You listen to my tracks because I’m black
You cross the street because I’m black
Your bitch loves me because I’m black
Because I’m black, because I’m black

I owe nothing to nobody
I’m the only witness to the shit I went through
Those rich kids want to see me, I never touched any punk rapper
To mom and dad who saw me dance Billie Jean, Michael Jackson
Don’t cry for me anymore, now I sing to the world, we’re not stealing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ladies and gentlemen, tell 'em Doctor (damn)
Ladies and gentlemen, hold up, hold up, yeah

I told you I’m a legend, like Chizzo from La Renga
I made the rich kids come, the hated now get revenge
I made your girl come, I made your girl climax
They expected me to sell out, I made the tickets sell out
Let all those fools get offended, for all the fucking haters
The rich kids probably won’t understand, my face sells in the store
I send a gun so they learn, I send it so they understand
Doctor, Doctor, tell 'em, stop-stop-stop-stop-stop because
Because I’m an expert, I leave the fools dead
I rescue their bodies, I got a bitch in San Alberto
She comes to my concerts, I got bitches in the blocks
I got bitches in the two hundreds, you know I never lie
She’s a doll, [?] is a flower in the desert
She knows what I say, in my songs everything is true

You really liked me putting you on all fours
In your dead stepdad’s room
I smoke a schizophrenic and cursed poison
We’re really playing, ma, I promise you
Doctor, give me a [?]
On the street always [?]
Come on, my love, move the ass
I give you your prescription, I’m with The Doctor
Still punk, I’m listening to Flema
The spirit of Ricky is running through my veins
The urge to mess around takes over me
Drinking wine [?] on the sidewalk
And in the maze of [?], the heater’s heating up
The neighbor says "sopermi" and I feel like Copernicus
Rich kid who doesn’t understand, critic
With my buddy, I explain
So then, punk, shit begged: Don’t kill me, please, don’t rob me, please
Suck my dick if you’re asking for help