Original Bad Bunny, Baby, Baba is blasting Beats
So loud, every Stanni-Party turns directly into a Freakshow (huh)
Tomorrow there will be more victims than in Tarantino
Know how the rabbit runs, so give me the mic (yes)
I destroy more grass than Snoop Dogg
You watch as I rock moves in the booth
Bulletproofed, but the fur is soft
Doubletime, that even the blood boils (yeah)
No one has bigger balls, there is no sicker rhymer, understand?
I spit like no one, when you rhyme, I think "unfortunately"
Bunnies talk about marriage, but I have to move on every time
With dough come the envious, I had a threesome with your parents
But maybe all this is too fast for you (stop)
Short break for you, but I always stay fit (hah, yo)
Back with the beat, rap like a genius
The flow gets hacked, energy, when I drop these rhymes

Bunnies find him cute (hmm-mh)
They ask: "Who is the dude, the dude, the dude?"
They don't leave him alone (hmm-mh)
While you're looking for eggs, she's looking, she's looking
Ring, ring, wake-up call, it's starting again
Win, win for all, bunny brings flows again
Swimming in success and now enjoy the show
But keep your paws off the mic (hey)

Your girl wants to pet me, then I would stay
And you just watch her, yes
She wants to confess something to me, doesn't want to be called like you
Yes, everyone knows except you, hm
I box like Mike Tyson, you suck like a Dyson
And you have a Julienco tattoo, heh
Rewi steals prizes because he doesn't have any
His content just isn't that good
A nasty caliber of a feature track
On repeat, over and over, it never goes away
But I'd rather play with my Easter eggs
I'm perfectly nasty like Giga Chad (pah, pah)
Look (hah), nonstop (hah)
High from the jumps like a crop top (puh, puh, puh)
Full of desire, hotbox (-box)
Everyone calls when the song drops (brr, brr, boom)

Ring, ring, wake-up call, it's starting again
Win, win for all, bunny brings flows again
Swimming in success and now enjoy the show
But keep your paws off the mic (hey)

Who is the Holy Mo'fucker who dies for your sins? (Hmm-mh, Jay-C!)
Which good-looking baller is here with his disciples? (Jay-C, Baby)
Who is the guy in the robe with the sexy beard? (Hmm-mh)
Why does he look like the Messiah?
Who is that?

Motherfucker, it's the son of God
Who just crashed your party freshly reborn
And turned the tap water into wine
(I'm so fucking drunk, man!) Yes, then drink more
Easter Sunday, man, we celebrate that I rise
Twelve disciples come to smash your place
Okay, eleven disciples, because Judas is not invited
Man, I chill my holy balls
You all celebrate my birthday when you celebrate Christmas (Jay-C)
My flow is divine like my dad
I surf without a board and burn all my cash
I give real fire, nothing is too expensive for me
Because I stuff my joints with the church tax, hah
Since I'm dead, I'm twice as famous
And I pose topless on the cross on your wall
And nonstop I'm recognized, I have the crown of thorns on
I say "Peekaboo!" through the hole in my hand (hah)
Everyone knows who the coolest is, hey, the coolest is the dude on the crucifix
When Jay-C comes to the party, it means everyone goes crazy
And if you have a hangover tomorrow, I can heal you (Jay-C)

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