Salsa Tártara (part. Harto Rodríguez)
Eres un montón de mierda
¿Montón de mierda?
Un montón de mierda eres tú, cabrón
Anda ya, anda ya
Salsa tártara
Tras un par de cala'as
Os sirvo esta salsa tártara en tartaletas destartala'as
Si no son bárbaras descartalas
Todas esas rimas flojas no son más que chachara
Siempre hay una tonta que lo bailará
A causa de tu sarta de flipadas digo: Anda ya
A causa de mis gordas vaciladas dices: Ay, mamá
Hoy tu padre imparte cátedra de rap
Si no sabes quién soy, tienes un problema
Nadie te ha enseñao' la crema
Por eso tu show da pena
Pienso que mi nuevo emblema podría ser un enema
Rompiendo el culo de esta ingrata escena, sí
De ti que niegas tu pasado, puto
Si no te gusto tienes el gusto atrofiado
Sé que este rap delicado acabará en el ostracismo
Como el erotismo sofisticado
Chapado a la antigua como un hijo puta
Aún así algunas tías cultas me disfrutan
Jóvenes y brujas en sueños me dibujan
Desde Ninguna Chavala Tiene Dueño me escuchan
Tú eres más falso que el pangolín de Wuhan
Te meto cinco y ni te enteras
Yo hago super música, que es mi mejor tiradera
Claro que hay tontos que merecen beef
Pero quiero que se mueran de hambre
No reevaluar su carrera
Por Dios, cuánta imbecilidad
Quiero que sientan impotencia ante mi invencibilidad
Los abofetearía públicamente por insolentes
Pero quiero verlos insolventes
Mírate, mírame y huye
Kase.O, solo hay fronteras en el papel
Sigue, sigue, sigue
Mírate, mírame y huye
Kase.O, solo hay fronteras en el papel
Sigue, sigue, sigue
Mírate, mírame y huye
Kase.O, solo hay fronteras en el papel
Sigue, sigue, sigue
Mírate, mírame y huye
Sigue, sigue, sigue, sigue, síguelo
Tú no eres un gánster de Medellín
Tú eres un españolete hablando como un latin king
Te vi tirando hate, todo por el clickbait
Todo por un miserable trozo de la cheesecake, ha
Me río de tus pataletas y de tus quejas
Te sabes todas mis canciones viejas
Ahora lo niegas, di lo que quieras
Este granjero os ha enseñao' a rimar de mil y una maneras
¿Te crees que has inventao' la pólvora?
Solo eres otro tonto en góndola
Te ha tocao' la tómbola con el auge de la mediocridad
Pero todos los días no es Navidad
Ahora llega el momento de la verdad
Tú caerás, yo permaneceré en el tiempo hasta la eternidad
Volví a triunfar en tu ciudad por mi autenticidad
Por mi humildad, mi inteligencia y mi efectividad
Humildad, pero no en el rap
Mírate, mírame y huye
Kase.O, solo hay fronteras en el papel
Sigue, sigue, sigue
Mírate, mírame y huye
Kase.O, solo hay fronteras en el papel
Sigue, sigue, sigue
Mírate, mírame y huye
Kase.O, solo hay fronteras en el papel
Sigue, sigue, sigue
Mírate, mírame y huye
Sigue, sigue, sigue, sigue, síguelo
Calma
Toma, toma
¿Quieres que te pegue otra igual?
Tartar Sauce (feat. Harto Rodríguez)
You're a pile of shit
A pile of shit?
You're the pile of shit, asshole
Come on, come on
Tartar sauce
After a couple of shots
I serve you this tartar sauce on messed-up tartlets
If they ain't savage, toss 'em out
All those weak rhymes are just chatter
There's always a fool who'll dance to it
Because of your nonsense, I say: Come on
Because of my fat jokes, you say: Oh, mama
Today your dad's giving a rap lecture
If you don't know who I am, you've got a problem
No one taught you the cream
That's why your show is pathetic
I think my new emblem could be an enema
Breaking the ass of this ungrateful scene, yeah
You who deny your past, fucker
If you don't like me, your taste is shot
I know this delicate rap will end up ostracized
Like sophisticated eroticism
Old-school like a motherfucker
Still, some cultured chicks enjoy me
Young girls and witches draw me in their dreams
Since "No Girl Has an Owner" they listen to me
You're faker than the pangolin from Wuhan
I hit you five times and you won't even notice
I make super music, that's my best diss
Of course, there are fools who deserve beef
But I want them to starve
Not to reevaluate their careers
For God's sake, how much stupidity
I want them to feel helpless against my invincibility
I'd slap them publicly for being insolent
But I want to see them bankrupt
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Kase.O, there are only borders on paper
Keep going, keep going, keep going
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Kase.O, there are only borders on paper
Keep going, keep going, keep going
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Kase.O, there are only borders on paper
Keep going, keep going, keep going
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep it up
You're not a gangster from Medellín
You're a little Spaniard talking like a Latin king
I saw you throwing hate, all for the clickbait
All for a miserable piece of cheesecake, ha
I laugh at your tantrums and your complaints
You know all my old songs
Now you deny it, say what you want
This farmer has taught you to rhyme a thousand and one ways
You think you invented gunpowder?
You're just another fool on a gondola
You hit the jackpot with the rise of mediocrity
But every day isn't Christmas
Now comes the moment of truth
You'll fall, I'll remain timeless until eternity
I triumphed again in your city for my authenticity
For my humility, my intelligence, and my effectiveness
Humility, but not in rap
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Kase.O, there are only borders on paper
Keep going, keep going, keep going
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Kase.O, there are only borders on paper
Keep going, keep going, keep going
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Kase.O, there are only borders on paper
Keep going, keep going, keep going
Look at yourself, look at me and run
Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep it up
Calm down
Here, here
Want me to hit you again like that?