Hey,
Move over there, my nigga
The ranks are mine, damn it

Hello, reptilian, you're talking to the human
Who holds in his hand the baton of urban rap
This Christmas you haven't eaten Serrano ham
You've eaten the eggs of the fake Dominican
Hey, how cool, this sounds, motherfucker
If I don't abuse you too much it's because deep down I carry you
New rappers have to respect the old ones
And the old ones should support the new ones more
Hey, Pedro, better retire with dignity
Your thing is politics, not rap battles
If you want to talk about space, we can talk
With a kick in the ass I'll send you to Andromeda
Buddy, I'm going to break you if you don't get out of the way
I'm starting to think you're a masochist
You say I think I'm Latino, I'm from Orcasitas
If I spoke about Spain with pride you'd say I'm a fascist
That you have more class and more lyrics
It's true, you have more class, but in astrophysics
You throw me as a drug addict, how typical
If you don't do drugs show me an analysis
You're an aberration, God's genetics
You have all the face of the pig from NPO
Those who say you're better than me
Are the same ones who think Canserbero is worse than Kase.O
And no, give it some thought, damn impertinent rat
Don't try it with me
With the first diss track it was enough
But it seems you like to embarrass yourself in front of people
My diss tracks are different
Because I don't throw beef, I disgust my opponents
You need help urgently
I'm fucking your ass like Elvis Crespo's album
Softly
You're not the best in Andalusia, Foyone
Better than you are Zatu, Tote, Deformer
Hip hop was born from the hot neighborhoods
And it's being dirtied by four posh faggots
Don't touch my balls because I came determined
This year and the next, the rap throne is mine
They're hurt because I've gotten into the movement
And to get me out of the movement is going to be a mess
Since you like fruit I've come to give you papaya
So relax fishing for trout on the beach
You take two pills, you snort three lines
And you say you see aliens like the Mayans
Scoundrel, in two minutes you haven't said anything good
You lack a lot of flow to sound like I sound
Look for Gharuda to see if he can help you, dummy
Because I'm better than you and Xcese is better than Sceno
But well, free Arrocito, my one-man band
This second fuck I give to this bitch is for you
What bothers me is that you say you're real
When you plan a beef as digital marketing
With NPO you released a collaboration
Talking about a clothing brand, promoting it
Then you say the bastard didn't pay you
And in the end it's all a strategy to attract attention
What a mess, Foyone, you're not getting out with me
You make weird rhymes and I throw criminal phrases
It wasn't enough for you to have mental dollars
You sold your ass to get real euros
It's about time, abuser, are you going to continue?
To make you shit, to poop with the pee
Instead of throwing me beef
You should get the blue colored pencil out of your nose

And I'm going to leave it there, manin
Not to abuse you too much
With this it's the second beating I give you
And the second time I put my egg in your dirty ass
And you, Chabelita, I have you for fun
The Kinkilleroski, The Strong People
Move over there, my nigga

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