Guasa Guasa

(You’re a jokester, jokester, jokester, jokester)
They’re feeling cold, my lyrics keep them warm
(You’re a jokester, jokester, jokester, jokester)
You’re not dealing with some lightweight
(You’re a jokester, jokester, jokester, jokester)
Every bully gets their comeuppance

If they wanna take a shot at someone, take it at me
I’m the enemy, I don’t ask for mercy
I’ll bring the heat with my crew
You dress like D-E-M, but Calde's the one who fits you
You can’t keep up, just settle for the joke
Yeah, don’t mess with my throat
And this lyricist wasn’t on the list
If you can’t handle it, your partner shouldn’t even show up
With his old-school flow like voodoo
Old as the bugaloo
The bad guy of the guasibiriboo
Locked up in his songs
But they don’t even get along in admissions
If you dare to hit me, hit me
You’ll be walking with your zipper down so I can get a taste
Too much word soup, man, I’m an old-timer
They act tough but they’re scared
They’re nobody if they don’t shoot, they hear me and they back off
They’re feeling cold, my lyrics keep them warm

So crazy bullets like Sam Bigote
Soplapote is the king of the massacre
Hey, I’m a killer, more of a monster than those in Thriller
I take them out from a distance like Reggie Miller
So crazy bullets like Sam Bigote
Soplapote is the king of the massacre
I’m a killer, more of a monster than those in Thriller
I take them out from a distance like Reggie Miller

Hey, you’re a jokester, jokester, jokester, jokester
You’re a jokester, jokester, wrapping up the crowd
If it’s more of the same, what do you want me to say?
Don’t you realize you’re not in the league?
With the same old nonsense trying to pull stunts
But it’s too much barking and that’s when they bleed
Hey, I already noticed they’re just a few
I didn’t even know it was borrowed, the spark, bless it
They light up a joint different from mine
You know I’m more up to date
To kick me out, you need more people
Maradona in Metadona and you’re too chubby
What the hell are you gonna do with your dirty Glock?
Crazy dude, I’ll cut you off
Don’t threaten me, whatever you’re gonna do, do it
Don’t come back trying to make peace
You’re not street, you know, drop the act
Don’t make me get into details
Hey, I know you like how I bring it
For me, you were more on point when you were with that other dude
Get down from your cloud, your lyrics are rubber
Eah, here come the Freddy Kruegers
If the public believes them, joy bomb it is
For the liars of Top Reggae
What I drop is heavy, for those who lick it
You’re not dealing with some lightweight
Stories that don’t stick even with Krazy Glue
I don’t have a yacht, nor a BMW
But I sing way more than you (yeah)
And you’ve gone out of style like bamboo
Speaking clearly, this is for all the [?]
Every bully gets their comeuppance
Now hold on, man, it’s getting serious
I already told you to hold on, Grampa’s here

So crazy bullets like Sam Bigote
Soplapote is the king of the massacre
Hey, I’m a killer, more of a monster than those in Thriller
I take them out from a distance like Reggie Miller
So crazy bullets like Sam Bigote
Soplapote is the king of the massacre
I’m a killer, more of a monster than those in Thriller
I take them out from a distance like Reggie Miller

Hey, rookie lyrics that make you shit yourself, dude
Zulu like Shaka
Hey, I put on the gabana
But I don’t like drama, that’s not my fame
You’re more of a joke than Moncho Artuaga
Whoever messes with me pays, pays

(I’m a killer, more of a monster than those in Thriller)
(I take them out from a distance like Reggie Miller)

Now hold on, whoever messes with me pays
They pay, hey (hold on) it’s getting stuck
(Hold on) whoever messes with me pays
(Hold on) zulu like Shaka
(Soplapote, hold on) hey, I put on the gabana
(Soplapote, hold on) hey, I’m a killer, killer, killer
If they wanna take a shot at someone, take it at me
Take it at me
Take it at me
Take it at me
Every bully gets their comeuppance