Chtm Dharia

What’s up, you fucking Dharia, little brat?
How you doing, you fucking loser?
I’m here waiting for you to make me some tacos
Son of a bitch motherfucker
Tell everyone when you ran into me at the supermarket
And you chickened out, didn’t do shit, you fucking coward
Now what? Didn’t you say you wanted me for a long time, you punk?
(Fucking zoophile)

You’re a millionaire, singing like a champ, dude
You’re gonna hit it big, dude

You’re a coward who threatens women
You better go pay for the services you owe them
You talk a big game in your fancy truck
But you’ve got your family walking on the sidewalk

I’m waiting for you to make me some tacos
Shout out to your crew, you bunch of ladies
You’re hiding in your princess castle
Never came out to the plaza, always a wannabe cholo

You’re the uncle who molests his nephews
With laughter and gifts, you turned everyone into losers
Everyone shaking the atole to be a son of a mole
Honestly, I say you’re not real, you’re dirty

Today your whole crew is in mourning
The king’s dead, you punk
With these lyrics, I execute

The cedeco never fell, I mean the delegation
Crystal is your generation, I spit in your face

You make your dog eat the papaya
That it gives it to you in the ass and you suck its ass
You’re a zoophile, a fucking little brat
They took you down from your truck and robbed you in the indepe

Let’s see what’s in the bag, it already escaped the pen
The pig that with lyrics became the deadly weapon
For you and all the idiots smelling your shit
Everyone knows you’re fake, a fucking snitch

With a diaper, a knife, with a genital wart
The wasps get riled up if you mess with the hive
Heating up these whores, I’ve got them on the grill
Another horn for the cuckold with metal bullets

Fuck your mother, Dharia
Filthy piece of trash
Fuck your mother, Dharia
You’re addicted to zoophilia

Fuck your mother, Dharia
I’m giving you a beating
Fuck your mother, Dharia
Go with the double of Yaritza

You’re already well located, you fucking punk
You’re looking dumb, go back to the psychiatrist
You fucking bastard, your face gives you away
You like it when they stick it in and pull out the shit

Accusing me of pedophilia, the lying zoophile
You tasted Paco’s dick, you fucking greedy loser
I know your guilty pleasure, you fucking piece of shit
I’m sending you to the funeral home to take you away

If envy hits you or you die of an overdose
His last name is Maldonado and he’s scared of the cops
Never goes out at night, never goes out during the day
Pinocchio, filthy piece of trash

Fuck your mother, Dharia
Filthy piece of trash
Fuck your mother, Dharia
You’re addicted to zoophilia

Fuck your mother, Dharia
I’m giving you a beating
Fuck your mother, Dharia
Go with the double of Yaritza