O Cara
O Dyego
My rhyme is art, man, it even played on Mars
It played at every party and all the girls came
Toilet paper for your mouth for the poop that comes out
I make manaus get more hits than a porn site
Smoking more crack to form a plan of attack
Against these fake guys, killing them is part of the game
All my songs are a diss track for someone
Didn't you know that? Now tell someone
Attacking me is useless, like tripping a cripple
And if he gets up, we'll even fight the fool
We kick racist columns like romário
I meditate listening to Xuxa's album backwards
I keep having a life that's sometimes really messed up
I have some friends who like to snort coke naked
And we fuck like crazy, will she swallow or not
I dumped a girl for sucking the wrong ball
I come from riacho doce, which isn't sweet at all
It's just jack complaining that twelve-year-olds don't have asses
And then they come with the talk that age doesn't matter
After she gets pregnant, he runs out the door
I tried suicide once by taking pills
Because I never slept with a prostitute during high school
I stole that damn viagra from my impotent grandfather
I had a hard-on for six months and that's not even a joke