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Muerte de un Gallero lyrics
Smack me with a frying pan
Maybe this will all come back to you
You gave me a fever a long time ago
But I never got better
Remember me yet?
Remember my bruises?
Remember my screams?
Remember me yet?
This is where I celebrate my recovery
I'll find creative ways to strip your body parts
And use them as weapons of torture
My mother would be proud
Maybe you can appreciate this
Saw created with your nails
Use it to cut off your lips
And stuff them in your nostrils
Empty my bladder into your filthy mouth
Gargle my fluid
Hum you an old tune
While we dismember your legs
Hung upside down by your waist
I blindfold myself with the skin of your thigh
Spin 5 times and use your leg
To swing at you like a piñata
You explode remedy all over me
My fever is gone and so are you
Smack me with a frying pan
Maybe this will all come back to you
Part of these releases
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- Track 4 on No Me Se Rajar
- 3 Vias del Amor
- 5 Aca Entre Nos
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