Tacos de Perra

I'm gonna kick your damn gate, you punk
Tonight there's war, I'm gonna make you into bitch tacos
Keep hiding like a coward up in the hills

Shit
You rat
Please, swallow it, ground

They killed your brother 'cause of you, you son of a bitch
Your mom had to wipe her ass when you left
I think: For herself? Why didn't you just die?

Fake punk, big-headed loser but a shit version
You ain't a criminal, you don't know the gate, you pluck your eyebrows
The ones defending you are just dumb people
They only hear you talking a bunch of bullshit
With fungus on your feet and shit on your ass

You're the biggest loser, the most annoying whore
Shut up, Yaritza, just sit down, lady
Today I'm gonna waste my time on you, dumbass
And even as the years go by, you don't grow up, you fucking ogre

Oh, Yaritza went bald
She took out her braids, looked like a dyke

Oh, Yaritza went bald
She hooks up with the fags from Zona Rosa

Oh, Yaritza went bald
That ugly dude eats her out rough
Oh, Yaritza gets eaten out rough, gets eaten out rough, gets eaten out rough

Monterrey, Nuevo León, the cradle of street rap
Wepa wepa wepaje, wepa wepa wepaje

In Apodaca, we caught you like a piñata, you skinny bitch
Hanging off my dick, all the indepe serenades you
With long guns and vallenato cumbia
The north side wants to send you to the grave

The people from Azteca and in Cañada Blanca
From García, in Escobedo and Alianza know you're a loser
And that you like it rough
The ones from Fome, Niño, 11 and Treviño
From Consti, Chuma, Hacienda
Felipe Carrillo, in San Nicolás, in Villa de Juárez: We’ll take you down

All the street thugs lit up, coluco and 51, for being a punk you’re out, you’re out, you’re out, you’re out

And what did you think, dumbass, that it was over?
Well, yeah: I'm just getting started, you son of a bitch
You're gonna be fucked, you piece of shit, you fucking bastard
Stupid motherfucker nigga bitch

You took out your braids, it's my fault you're stressed
You went bald, your defenses went down
You're a wet shit, the people who listen to you are humiliated
You hit a lot of bullshit: You talk and talk but do nothing

What’s up with this chick, with cockroach antennas?
She doesn’t hit, doesn’t pitch, doesn’t catch
Thinks she’s Superman when she gets drunk
Always copying Cosculluela, always the same: the same old rap
Track after track, it’s the same sequel. Change it up, homie, hey, dumb face

I hope you hit it when you see me
Think twice when you throw shade, these rhymes so you don’t forget me
Fuck your mother every time you breathe
They sell Tampax at Benavides, remember me well when you retire

You divide the Mexican rap scene
You love dick, that’s why you ask for it, and ask for it delivered
Iñaki’s looking for you
I know why you’re hiding in the hills: Because the black guy from prison is gonna give you a beating

Your own people are putting you on the cross 'cause they’re fed up with you
'Cause of your arrogance, your ignorance, your lack of humility
They’re sick of you, dog, like all of Mexico – well
To the people who know music – 'cause they know your music is shit
It’s repetitive crap, auditory garbage

Today I'm gonna make you into dog tacos, you fucking rapist from Papantla
Fly away, fucking Yaritza, fly away, you son of a bitch
Fried pig ears
Fucking liar, gossiping monkey, son of a bitch
Fucking parasite, the shame of the country

You embarrassed us with Baby Rasta and Gringo
You don’t represent Mexican hip hop, you represent your fucking interests
You represent pure fucking shit
Hope you do well in the next life, 'cause you ain't getting up from this one, dumbass