Jul 9, 2010

Para que aprenda

Vale la pena colgar la letra:

La encontró en el bulín y en otros brazos.
Sin embargo, canchero y sin cabrearse,
Le dijo al gavilán: "Puede rajarse,
El hombre no es culpable en estos casos."

Y al encantarse solo con la mina,
Pidió las zapatillas y ya listo,
Le dijo cual si nada hubiera visto:
"Cebame un par de mates, Catalina."

La mina, jaboneada, le hizo caso
Y el varón, saboreándose un buen faso,
La siguió chamuyando de pavadas.

Y luego, besuqueándole la frente,
Con gran tranquilidad, amablemente,
Le fajó treinta y cuatro puñaladas.

3 comments:

  1. 34 puñaladas ? Juego de niños. Miren si no :

    Ice-T & Body Count
    "Momma's gotta die tonight"

    All my life I loved this girl so much
    All my life I loved her simple touch
    She cared for me and put me on this earth
    Oh, the pain of just a simple birth
    But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
    Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind

    She taught me things that simply were not true
    She taught me hate for race, that's why I hate you
    There's only one way I can make it right
    Momma's gotta die tonight
    There's only one way I can make it right
    Momma's gotta die tonight

    (spoken)

    Momma, momma,
    I always loved my momma
    I always loved my momma
    I loved the way she hold me
    I love the way she talked to me
    She used to teach me a lot of things
    She taught me good things,
    she taught me bad things

    "Don't trust white people,
    don't trust white people
    Don't trust white people,
    they're no good, they're no good
    They're no good, they're no good
    They're just gonna rip you off,
    they're just gonna rip you off,
    Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em"

    I said, "Why momma?"
    She said,
    "I told you don't trust 'em
    they're no good"
    I said,
    "Momma, I thought we were all the same, momma,
    Why momma?"
    She said, "Don't ask me any questions,
    Don't you challenge your mutha", Momma.

    So one day I found I fell in love
    and I brought my girlfriend home
    And I introduced her to my mutha
    and she smacked me !

    She was a white girl

    and I said
    "Why momma? Why momma?
    What did I do wrong?", you know ?

    I found out my mutha was a evil woman
    She hated Puerto Ricans,
    Mexicans,
    Jamaicans
    Indians,
    Orientals,
    momma was no good
    I learned to hate my mutha,
    hate my mutha

    So I got some, some lighter fluid
    from the corner store
    And I put it around her bed,
    and I set her on fire !

    Hahahah !
    Burn momma,
    burn momma,
    burn momma,
    burn bitch !
    Burn ! burn! burn!
    burn you racist bitch hahaha !

    But she wasn't quite dead,
    she jumped up from the bed
    And I grabbed my Louisville Slugger
    That she had bought me for my twelfth birthday
    And I came up behind her
    and I hit her !,
    I hit her
    I hit her twice,

    Now she was out haha,
    I went into the kitchen
    And I got that handy carving knife
    That we only use on special occasions
    like Bullshit Thanksgiving
    and I took her and I laid
    her ol' fucked up corpse on the floor
    And I cut her in little bitty pieces,
    cut off her arms,
    her feet
    Her neck,
    and I put her into little green hefty bags
    And I put it into my car
    and I said
    "Momma, we're goin' on a vacation,
    a permanent vacation bitch"
    I took some of her around the world
    To Arizona,
    New York,
    Chicago,
    Atlanta,
    Miami,
    Oakland
    Yo, you wanted to go to Connecticut, bitch !
    Ohio,
    Detroit,
    Texas,
    L.A.

    Whose laughin' now momma ?
    whose laughin' now bitch ?
    Whose laughin' now ?
    hahahaha hahahahaaaaaaa

    So if you got a mutha
    or a grandmutha
    or a father
    Who wants to carry on
    the same racist bullshit
    That's fucked this world up
    from day one
    You can either
    look 'em in the face and tell 'em
    To suck your dick
    or do like Body Count does....

    All my life I loved this girl so much
    All my life I loved her simple touch
    She cared for me and put me on this earth
    Oh, the pain of just a simple birth
    But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
    Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind

    She taught me things that simply were not true
    She taught me hate for race, that's why I hate you !
    There's only one way I can make it right
    Momma's gotta die tonight
    There's only one way I can make it right
    Momma's gotta die tonight.

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  2. cuando llegues a tu casa pègale a tu mujer... ella sabrá el por què

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  3. Louis, en el primer verso de la segunda estrofa es "encontrarse" no "encantarse"

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