Calle 13 "Llegale a Mi Guarida" lyrics

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Llegale a Mi Guarida

Tengo ganas de cojerte, estrujarte, romperte,Morderte, odiarte, el hidago comerteSacarte los ojosMancharte de rojoAbrirte las tripas a lo Jack the RipperTengo ganas de degollarte con lo que escriboUsando los peores adjetivosPa' describir el encabronamiento que sientoA ti te voa sacar de tu asiento, de tu sitio, de tu sillaCon m propia boquilla voa arrancarte las rodillasDesde las Antillas pa' to'as las pandillasEl Visitante sacandome palabras con la pistaRespeto a Nicaragua y a la lucha sandinistaYa yo me trague 5 hojas de cocaQue me tienen botando espuma por la bocaEstoy de que si se desbocan y me tocan,Pongo a cualquiera a bailar la vida locaMe vivo la pelicula aunque sea ridiculaRapido me pongo bruto como cavernicolaY no pienso, el cerebro me fallaY me voy en el viaje hasta HimalayaSi le llega a la raya y te quemo en el MasayaSi quiere a lo macho te quemo en el mombachoY que queda tu cuerpo picadito en picachosPinche culero, gringo, gabachoPausa,Yo soy un rebelde con causaSoy un guerrilero de la tierraNacido y criado en la sierraEntre la maleza, por la cordillera de la guerra

COROLlegale aqui, a mi guaridaJura'o to' el mundo aqui es pura vidaPero si tu atenta en contra e mi vidaQuizas una bomba suicidaHaga el trabajo

Yo no necesito herramientas lo mio es a manoYo te mato a lo artesanoA mano pela me chupo a cual quier gusanoMientras me fumo un habano cubanoQuiero partirte los dedos de tu manoQuiero rayarte como queso parmesanoQuiero mandarte a volar y no es en aeroplanoHoy no te salva ni el vaticanoTranquiiiiiilo, yo soy un tipo tranquiloYo no soy un ganster, tampoco muevo kiloLo que necesito es algo con filoLo que necesito es media yarda de hiloPa' paseartela por el cuelloEs mas, noo!Te ahorco con tu propio cabelloTu sientes ira, yo siento iraVamo' a ver quien primero deliraVamo' a ver como tu cuello se estiraVamo' a ver al final quien respiraEste hombre cuando habla no es en vanoQue no me saquen pa' fuera lo de indio AraucanoEl ejercito del pueblo en primer planoEl coro! pa que suene bonito no necesitamos piano,dale!! Hey!!

Come to My Lair

I have an urge to grab you, squeeze you, break youBite you, hate you, eat your liverGauge your eyes outPut red stains on youOpen your insides like Jack the RipperI feel like decapitating you with what I writeUsing the worst adjectivesTo describe how pissed off I feelI'll remove you from your seat, your place, your chairWith my own mouth I will tear out your kneecapsFrom the Antillas to all the gangsVisitante forcing words out of me with the beatI respect Nicaragua and the Sandinista fightI've already swallowed 5 coke leavesWhich have me foaming at the mouthWith the way I feel, if they run wild and touch me,I'll make anyone dance to 'la vida loca'I'll live like the movies even if it's ridiculousI'll become a brute fast like a cavemanAnd I don't think; my brain's failing meAnd I'll go on a trip to the HimalayasIf it goes too far and I burn you in the MasayaIf you want to be a man, I'll burn your mombachoAnd your body burns, chopped up in piecesF**king a**hole, gringo, whitiePause,I am a rebel with a causeI am a guerrilla fighter of the EarthBorn and raised in the mountainsAmid the weeds, by the hills of war

(Chorus)Come here, to my lairSworn to be the great lifeBut if you make an attempt on my lifePerhaps a suicide bomb might justDo the trick

I don't need tools; mine is by handI kill you as an artisan wouldBy hand, I suck and peel any wormWhile I smoke a cuban cigarI want to break your fingersI want to grate you like parmesan cheeseI want to make you fly away and not in an airplaneNot even the Vatican can save you todayCaaaalm down, I'm a calm guyI'm not a gangster, nor do I move kilosWhat I need is something with a bladeWhat I need is half a yard of threadTo wrap around your neckWait, noo!I'll choke you with your own hairYou're angry, I'm angryLet's see who hallucinates firstLet's see how long your neck can stretchLet's see who's breathing by the endWhen this man speaks, it's not in vainDon't let them bring out the Araucanian Indian in meThe army of townspeople, the first order of businessChorus! we don't need a piano to make this sound pretty.hit it!! Hey!!

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