Mi Skill Mi Punchline

My Skill, My Punchline

I don’t do love songs, bro
I do erotic terror
It’s not love at first sight, it’s the vibe that drives me psychotic
Took some antibiotics, my cosmic calamity
Run away with me, brother, to another reality
Don’t make my reality so hard
Nymphomaniac me with killin'
I’ll break you down with my psyche, my truth is global

I get freaky when
I think of you touching my flow with your lyrics and I get more rhythmic
I don’t believe in sex without hardcore, I just make love to the beat
If there’s chemistry, split me in half
Your pornographic mindset drives me crazy
That eroticism of my hardcore
And rap me your legs, I’ll gift you love
Nah, just kidding
Only lust, love, passion, that’s how you inspire me
Feel it, moan it, you belong to Joaquinha
With a depraved flow
With a slow jam
With your past self
Let’s put everything aside
It could end badly, what will people think?
That this is illegal
But I’ll stay with you anyway
You’re the skill of my punchline
You’re the skill of my punchline

I want to love you, bro
I want to lust you
My reality, your madness
Works halfway through the structure
Without that abysmal creature moving the floor
I’ll make new wounds while you’re healing me
Are you scared? Do you like it?
Sex in a rough way
I want to play with your vibe
I’m so crazy for you that I’ve thought about exterminating you
Forgive me, bro
This is just my way of loving
Killing, bro
Don’t push me away, because I know what I want
And where I want a drink with ice
Without you, I’ll die

I’m hardcore and you’re swagger
Let’s end up on the floor
I’m sending everything to hell
Let’s get married first
A freestyle kid so you stop being a party animal
And even if this shouldn’t be, I’ll stay with you (I’ll stay with you)
I triple my flow, with what gives life to life
What rappers do in years
Groupies break it in a day
Who would’ve thought? Your heart and my mouth, a hunting trophy
They have water umpalumpa
I’ll kill you if it doesn’t work

How about you and me cooking rap?
Day and night
Your life, mine, cypher and maría
I’m cold, because the little I express is real
Real rap
Real rap
I love hearing you breathe when you take a little break in the freestyle
Let’s make love and let’s have sheda in the background
Let’s swap it for hardcore and make it more real
Or technal, whatever you prefer
I just want to devour you any way
Just set the time and place
I’ll stay with you anyway
You’re the skill of my punchline
You’re the skill of my punchline
I’ll stay with you anyway, bro