La Mentada Contestada
Ah
¿Con qué quería jugar a las mentaditas, mijo?
Ahí le va su contestación
Ya recibí aquella carta
En cual me mientas la madre
Vengo a decirte en tu cara
Que re- tú y a tu madre
No quise seguir contigo
Porque tú eras un cobarde
Pues ya lo traías de herencia
Igualito que tu padre
Según mucho me querías
Tú nunca has querido a nadie
Por eso y por tus mentiras
Vas y– a tu madre
Pa' que veas que tengo perro
Te lo mandaré esta tarde
Orina charcos muy grandes
Pa' que se hundan tú y tu madre
Y le pones salvavida' a la vieja
Pa' que no se ahogue la wey
Y arriba. Sonora, jefa
No se agüite, amá
Que, al cabo, usted dice que ya ni la siente
Acepto la mentadita
A las cuatro de la tarde
Las otras veintitrés horas
Vas y– tú y a tu madre
Pa' que veas que no hay agüite
Un palito quiero darte
Pa' que le des de madrazos
A la piñata de tu madre
Dale, dale, dale
A la vieja bomba
Dale, dale, dale
A la vieja bomba
Este verso es pa' tu abuela
Y los que llevan tu sangre
Agarrados de la mano
Todos a su madre
Ay, wey
Qué gacho me cae'
The Answered Insult
Ah
You wanted to play insults, my boy?
Well here goes your answer
I already received that letter
In which you lied on my mother
I come to tell you to your face
Go and fuck your mother
I didn't want to continue with you
Because you were a coward
Well, you already inherited it
Just like your father
According to many, you loved me
But you never have loved anyone
For that and for the lies
Go and fuck your mother
You see, I have a dog
I'll send him to you this afternoon
He pees big puddles
For you and your mother to sink in
And put a life preserver on the old woman
So the girl doesn't drown
A shoutout to Sonora, boss lady
Don't worry Mama
At the end you say you don't even feel it anymore
I accept the bullshit
At four in the afternoon
The other 23 hours
Go and fuck your mother
So you can see that there's no problem
I want to give you a little stick
So you can strike
Your mother's piñata
Hit it, hit it, hit it
The old lady
Hit it, hit it, hit it
The old lady
This verse is for your grandmother
And those who carry your blood
All holding hands
All with your mother
Oh, man
What a fucked-up situation