Macarra of tight pants
Tattooed and suburban gangster,
Son of defeat and alcohol,
Nephew of pain,
Cousin of necessity.
You had school a prison,
Per teacher a pool table,
You dress him up as handsome and bully.
Gulf and thief
And give the amount quantity.
You still do not have years to vote
And you already spend the roll of living.
Chorizo ??and habitual criminal
Against property
Of those who do not let you choose.
If at the bottom of the dark alley
A Bugatti eats your morale.
At the point of a knife and push
The car wags
It changes its owner and place.
Let no one move, you have ordered
And there are already 15 robberies in a month.
Your old woman drains the wine that you have marketed
And he has never asked:
Where does all this parné come from?
The hooves are going on your heel,
There is anger everywhere you go,
The girls of the neighborhood dream of
Steal your heart
If on Saturday you take them to dance.
One night you were disarming
Death in a corner waited for you,
You were hit six shots ago
And then I bleed
They entered you into the pyramidone.
But before palming it you heard
Say: 'That too much,
From this they take me on television. '
Only among all we can make this a better place :)