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'Departed's bussinesses' tells how Mac Abron and Zalacain create a company to plunder live beings. It's a criticism against mortuaries, since they make money upon the departed.
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Rock Rock General
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Peak #2,256
Peak in subgenre #461
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Lorluniem
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Lorluniem
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March 04, 2006
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La historia de Mac Abrón y sus amigos (que era uno) Asuntos de difuntos Los tratan siempre dos: Zalacaín macabro, Zalabel el traídor. Entierra huesos, busca tu tesoro zalamero traídor. Cuando te busco te encuentro; cuando te encuentro te entierro; cuando te entierro me forro... soy Mac Abrón. Un secreto entre dos, reliquia del copón. Arena de centella (ya, ya), arcilla de botella. Entierra perros, busca sus huesos: te llaman Demoledor. Cuando te busco te encuentro; cuando te encuentro te entierro; cuando te entierro me forro... soy Mac Abrón. Soy, soy, tú, sí Mac Abrón Sí, hay de todo, sí: ahí le tienes, el mejor, sí, el peor. Tú le conoces; se llama: Mac Abrón. Cuando te busco te encuentro; cuando te encuentro te entierro; cuando te entierro me forro... porque soy Mac Abrón. =================== ENGLISH TRANSLATION This is the stoy of Mac Abron and his friends (in fact, only one). Departed's bussinesses are a matter of two: macabre Zalacain, treacherous Zalabel. Bury bones, search your treasure, flattering betrayer. When I search for you I find you, when I find you I bury you, when I bury you I stuff myself... I'm Mac Abron. A secret shared by two, relic of the big cup. Sand of spark, argil of bottle. Bury dogs, search your bones: you are known as Wrecker. When I search for you I find you, when I find you I bury you, when I bury you I stuff myself... I'm Mac Abron. I am, I am, you, yeah, Mac Abron, Yeah, there's plenty of everything, yeah, here you have him, the best, yeah, the worst. You know him: his name is Mac Abron. When I search for you I find you, when I find you I bury you, when I bury you I stuff myself... I'm Mac Abron.
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