Ezpanta Putaz

Remember it’s a long way out of this hole
We’re already ballsy, when are you gonna drop the act?
If you’ve got talent, you don’t need support
I’ll crush your pride with my work boots

Let’s see which hits harder, this or the funeral song
The stuff you smoke has more hits than a palm tree
And the cops chase me just like single moms do
I’ve never fallen in love, they’ve all been temporary

Just a bunch of groupies I’ve met while drunk
If I’m not on top, you’ll see me wasted on the stairs
My hardcore rap for the dead
Against your sweet 15 party music

Better run if you see the big cop
They’ll throw you in for a kilo even if you’re broke
And the virgins are better in the springtime

Better pass the drink before it gets warm
All messed up, I like to listen to Vicente
Can’t feel a damn thing, you little punk
We’re all the same shit, just smell different

Long live Hip Hop and death to my president
Always keeping an eye on the state cops
You didn’t let yourself be loved or I didn’t know how to love you
I’m washing away my sins, bathing in fire water

With Rivotril and a bottle of Tonayán
Chillin’ in my cave waiting for someone who won’t show
We took refuge in drugs, made it our home
You all compete, I just came to play
I just came to play, bitch
I just came to play, you sons of bitches