Vas a morir golpeado por un coco.

Little did she knew that the Universe was actually on her side after all..
All she had to do was take the chances.. but as always, she let her fear and stubbornness control her head and her feet. Regretting stuff is not a good feeling to start a bloddy year with.
It always ends the same, yes.. but it always ends once, anything that happens before that, it's just progress.

Vas a morir fatalmente por el impacto de un coco y me voy a reír de vos.
Tu cabeza partida en dos en la arena,
Todo el jugo de coco en la arena.
Pobre coco mirá con quien vino a dar.
Pobre coco, justo con quien se vino a topar.. pobre coco en su triste final.
No, mentira mentira..