I have an urge to grab you, squeeze you, break you
Bite you, hate you, eat your liver
Gauge your eyes out
Put red stains on you
Open your insides like Jack the Ripper
I feel like decapitating you with what I write
Using the worst adjectives
To describe how pissed off I feel
I'll remove you from your seat, your place, your chair
With my own mouth I will tear out your kneecaps
From the Antillas to all the gangs
Visitante forcing words out of me with the beat
I respect Nicaragua and the Sandinista fight
I've already swallowed 5 coke leaves
Which have me foaming at the mouth
With the way I feel, if they run wild and touch me,
I'll make anyone dance to 'la vida loca'
I'll live like the movies even if it's ridiculous
I'll become a brute fast like a caveman
And I don't think; my brain's failing me
And I'll go on a trip to the Himalayas
If it goes too far and I burn you in the Masaya
If you want to be a man, I'll burn your mombacho
And your body burns, chopped up in pieces
F**king a**hole, gringo, whitie
Pause,
I am a rebel with a cause
I am a guerrilla fighter of the Earth
Born and raised in the mountains
Amid the weeds, by the hills of war
(Chorus)
Come here, to my lair
Sworn to be the great life
But if you make an attempt on my life
Perhaps a suicide bomb might just
Do the trick
I don't need tools; mine is by hand
I kill you as an artisan would
By hand, I suck and peel any worm
While I smoke a cuban cigar
I want to break your fingers
I want to grate you like parmesan cheese
I want to make you fly away and not in an airplane
Not even the Vatican can save you today
Caaaalm down, I'm a calm guy
I'm not a gangster, nor do I move kilos
What I need is something with a blade
What I need is half a yard of thread
To wrap around your neck
Wait, noo!
I'll choke you with your own hair
You're angry, I'm angry
Let's see who hallucinates first
Let's see how long your neck can stretch
Let's see who's breathing by the end
When this man speaks, it's not in vain
Don't let them bring out the Araucanian Indian in me
The army of townspeople, the first order of business
Chorus! we don't need a piano to make this sound pretty.
hit it!! Hey!!