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Sr. Cobranza

Voy a la cocina, luego al comedor, miro la revista y el televisor
Me muevo para aquí, me muevo para allá
Norma Pla a Cavallo lo tiene que matar, que me vienen con chorizos
Pero ya va a llegar, que cocinen a la madre de Cavallo o al papá
Y a los hijos, si es que tiene, y a su amigo el presidente
No le dejen ni los dientes, Menem, Menem, Menem se lo gana
No hablemos de pavadas, si son todos traficantes
¿Y sino el sistema que? (¿Y sino el sistema que?)
No me digan que mantiene con la plata de los pobres
Sólo sirve para mantener a algunos pocos
Ellos tranzan, ellos venden
Y es sólo una figurita el que esté de presidente
Si estaba Alfonsín el que vendía era otro gil
Son todos narcos y de los malos, y si te agarran con un gramo
Después que te la pudrieron se viene la policia
Seguro que vas preso
Sube la balanza, el precio también sube y tambien sube la venganza
Y ahora va, ¿y ahora qué?
Son todos narcos y el presidente
Es el tipo que mantenga más tranquila a nuestra gente
Llega plata del lavado
Mientras no salte la bronca del norte no mandan palos
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
¿Qué me dicen del dedito que le meten de Jujuy?
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
¿Qué me dicen del dedito que le meten de Jujuy?

Es el perro, el Santillán
Si no lo pueden voltear lo van a querer comprar
Con discurso, si no le sale
Son capaz de darle acciones de los grandes mercadales
Eso no importa porque el perro
Va dejando algún perrito, que le mete a este sistema el dedito en el culito
Si no sangra no es un culo, sino el que sangra y se retuerza
Es el gran culo de este mundo
Adiós al muro estalinista
Los demócratas de mierda y los forros pacifistas
Todos narcos, todos narcos, todos narcotraficantes que transmiten por cadena
Son de caos, paranoiquean
Te persiguen si sos puto, te persiguen si sos pobre
Te persiguen si fumás, si tomás, si vendés
Si comprás a un pobre tonto que lo hace para comer
¿Que? ¿Que nos queda?
Elección o reelección para mí es la misma mierda
Hijos de puta, en el congreso
Hijos de puta en la rosada, y en todos los ministerios
Van cayendo hijos de puta que te cagan a patadas

Ok, en fin, cada loco con su tema
Algunos escriben con sangre la historia y otros con poema
Mi lema yo, yo, yo, tu, tu, tuyo yo
El pueblo unido no será vencido, no no, ok
Paz, paz reconciliacion a donde la vistes si todo fue violencia y violacion
Entre rejas, dejas al que deberia ser libre
Yo quiero hablar de hambre y no de un grueso calibre
Libre sobre todo, uniformados no mas golpes
Con tu artilleria mi armeria no se esconde
Un minuto de silencio por todos los caidos
Villa Grimaldi detenidos desaparecidos
Un pais sin memoria es un pais sin historia
Libre está la escoria y nos hablan de gloria
Antes solíamos tener un enemigo común
Actualmente disfrazado de abuelo patio plum
¿Pero detrás quien se esconde?
Piñera, Bachelet
¿Pero detrás quien se esconde?
Obama, Sanders
¿Pero detrás quien se esconde?
Cristina, Macri
¿Pero detrás quien se esconde?
Burros, burros
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Ellos tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Ellos tienen el poder y lo van a perder
Tienen el poder y lo van a perder

En la selva se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino
En la selva se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino
En la selva se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino
En la selva se escuchan tiros
Son las armas de los pobres, son los gritos del latino

Mr. Collections

I go to the kitchen, then the dining room, I look at the magazine and the TV
I move here, I move there
Norma Pla has to kill Cavallo, they're coming at me with sausages
But he's coming soon, let them cook Cavallo's mother or his father
And the children, if he has any, and his friend the president
Don't leave him even his teeth, Menem, Menem, Menem deserves it
Let's not talk nonsense, they're all traffickers
And if not the system what? (And if not the system what?)
Don't tell me it's maintained with the money of the poor
It only serves to maintain a few
They deal, they sell
And it's just a little figure who's president
If it was Alfonsín, another fool was selling
They're all narcos and bad ones, and if they catch you with a gram
After they've screwed you over, the police come
You'll surely go to jail
The scale goes up, the price goes up too and so does revenge
And now what, what now?
They're all narcos and the president
Is the guy who keeps our people calm
Money laundering money comes in
As long as the anger from the north doesn't jump, they don't send sticks
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
What do you say about the little finger they stick in from Jujuy?
Ay, ay, ay, uy, uy, uy
What do you say about the little finger they stick in from Jujuy?

He's the dog, the Santillán
If they can't knock him down, they'll want to buy him
With a speech, if it doesn't work out for him
They're capable of giving him shares in the big markets
That doesn't matter because the dog
Is leaving some puppy behind, who sticks his little finger in this system's ass
If it doesn't bleed it's not an ass, but the one that bleeds and squirms
Is the big ass of this world
Goodbye to the Stalinist wall
The shitty democrats and the pacifist condoms
All narcos, all narcos, all drug traffickers who broadcast on the network
They're chaotic, paranoid
They persecute you if you're a fag, they persecute you if you're poor
They persecute you if you smoke, if you drink, if you sell
If you buy from a poor fool who does it to eat
What? What are we left with?
Election or re-election is the same shit to me
Sons of bitches, in Congress
Sons of bitches in the Pink House, and in all the ministries
Sons of bitches are falling who kick the shit out of you

Ok, anyway, each madman with his own theme
Some write history with blood and others with poetry
My motto I, I, I, you, you, yours I
The people united will never be defeated, no no, ok
Peace, peace, reconciliation, where did you see it if everything was violence and rape
Behind bars, you leave the one who should be free
I want to talk about hunger and not about a heavy caliber
Free above all, no more blows from the uniformed
With your artillery my armory does not hide
A minute of silence for all the fallen
Villa Grimaldi detainees disappeared
A country without memory is a country without history
The scum is free and they talk to us about glory
We used to have a common enemy
Currently disguised as a patio plum grandfather
But who is hiding behind?
Piñera, Bachelet
But who is hiding behind?
Obama, Sanders
But who is hiding behind?
Cristina, Macri
But who is hiding behind?
Donkeys, donkeys
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it
They have the power and they will lose it

Shots are heard in the jungle
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino
Shots are heard in the jungle
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino
Shots are heard in the jungle
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino
Shots are heard in the jungle
They are the weapons of the poor, they are the cries of the Latino