Because I'm not an artist for the moment
I am an artist forever
If it's not to chase money, I don't go out
The stacks in the skirts, the donkeys in the bales
Crossing the Baldo in a couple of bargain cars
A threat and we leave you agonizing
Many fronting, and I was organizing
The babes are reporting since I'm landing
And they're going to sew shut the mouth of anyone who's an emissary
I'm not a gangster, commissioner, what I am is a businessman
Everyone who owes to pay, everyone who promises to fulfill
I want a couple of hideouts, I don't care if they rot
Whoever pretends to be Tarzan won't go back to the jungle
I've seen how they move from their own houses
I have a case for the bastard who gets confused
If I know that you are a pig, I greet you with my left hand
I have a couple of bastards to do absurd things
I can make them replace you and receive those who buzz