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Things got good
The weedy race is passing around a
Bag of what they call washed
They say they are vitamins to endure the
The compa who is heavy is awake all night
Everywhere it is settled here in
Presence of all two three or four se better to let the ball roll
They control the square and demand nothing
As a joke because the one who does it appears
Crunched on the hill if a lot of people
They are afraid of them because they are very heavy each
Who carries his race in case something happens
Rare do they know that they have permission to kill
If necessary, the one who is brave is
Brave and without making so much noise here
Lower your hand and they can finish you off
So with those people you don't even have to spit.
Permitted the place will always be the one who has more balls, once again I'll make it clear to you
Let them take your precautions because the
Goat horns come from a thousand directions