Llegale a Mi Guarida [English translation]

I have an urge to grab you, squeeze you, break you

Bite you, hate you, eat your liver

Gauge your eyes out

Put red stains on you

Open your insides like Jack the Ripper

I feel like decapitating you with what I write

Using the worst adjectives

To describe how pissed off I feel

I'll remove you from your seat, your place, your chair

With my own mouth I will tear out your kneecaps

From the Antillas to all the gangs

Visitante forcing words out of me with the beat

I respect Nicaragua and the Sandinista fight

I've already swallowed 5 coke leaves

Which have me foaming at the mouth

With 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 ridiculous

I'll become a brute fast like a caveman

And I don't think; my brain's failing me

And I'll go on a trip to the Himalayas

If it goes too far and I burn you in the Masaya

If you want to be a man, I'll burn your mombacho

And your body burns, chopped up in pieces

F**king a**hole, gringo, whitie

Pause,

I am a rebel with a cause

I am a guerrilla fighter of the Earth

Born and raised in the mountains

Amid the weeds, by the hills of war

(Chorus)

Come here, to my lair

Sworn to be the great life

But if you make an attempt on my life

Perhaps a suicide bomb might just

Do the trick

I don't need tools; mine is by hand

I kill you as an artisan would

By hand, I suck and peel any worm

While I smoke a cuban cigar

I want to break your fingers

I want to grate you like parmesan cheese

I want to make you fly away and not in an airplane

Not even the Vatican can save you today

Caaaalm down, I'm a calm guy

I'm not a gangster, nor do I move kilos

What I need is something with a blade

What I need is half a yard of thread

To wrap around your neck

Wait, noo!

I'll choke you with your own hair

You're angry, I'm angry

Let's see who hallucinates first

Let's see how long your neck can stretch

Let's see who's breathing by the end

When this man speaks, it's not in vain

Don't let them bring out the Araucanian Indian in me

The army of townspeople, the first order of business

Chorus! we don't need a piano to make this sound pretty.

hit it!! Hey!!

• Artist:Calle 13
• Album:Residente o Visitante