Los Tetas - La Paradoja lyrics

Milico culo de elefante, puta francesa que un cerdo te levante, Cocíname el cerebro, dáselo de comer, córtame la cara, quémame los pies no soy nadie, ya lo ves, pero puedo ser Elvis y cantar como él. Dulce destino no la dejes ir, te daría un beso no te quiero herir. Knock knock knock knock and cha' comin' butcha' see me witcha' girlfriend in front in but she's flirtin' me and yar' motha f**in' brain is thinkin' that she's hurtin' me so so I give and give it every day low and ya' gonna learn & learn how to rockinashow It's me: the T-T-i-m-e the mothaf**in' double T I got mo' sk**s than the state hey got bills dum-bang-hey do tou know what my f**in' mouth isn't or is gonna say back to the dayz back to the dayz hey so ya beginin' to clap yar' handz over the show before it blows hit yar' head against my wall 33 more time mo' times when I grap da pencil or da pen you try to rush my sh** and then ya try it again yar' style is lackin' like a lack&decker I'll be hackin' up yar stripe lee crew or may be just you you think yar' hard to step outta yard so we can go I can mow ya like the gra**. I mean I kick yar' a** will only one pa** you like the new kids with some customes and dancers I'm rippin' through yar sh** like a new kind of cancer yar' gettin' diss and yar faded styles won't be missed just like Menudo o cualquier nudo I'm like Popeye with da spinach and you are like Bluto who's the f**in' Bruto smoke this sh** this funky way...