lunes, marzo 12, 2007

Wellcome to Mexico Asshole...!!!

ASS HOLE...!




Mr. Bush, you are an ass hole, a BIG ASS HOLE...! You are not wellcome to my country...do you know why...??? Because you are an idiot...a fascist...a person non grata...and let me tell you something, while you are visiting the ruins of the ancient mayas, your troops still killing innocents in Irak and Afghanistan...you commented that the Iraq Invasion was a product of having mass destruction weaponry (Saddam Hussein)....that WAS A LIE...!!!


You did the the war for making business, that´s it...!


You are speaking about freedom while a thousands of my countrymen are being killed in the US-Mexico Border...it is people that goes to work so as to make a honest way of living you MOROON...!!!


I hope that you will have a diarrhea with the Yucatan´s food and the great Quetzalcoatl spits out in your face during your visit to Uxmal...




FUCK YOU ASS HOLE...!




Frijolero by Molotov




I’m sick and tired of them putting this hat on me


Listen now when I tell you – don’t call me “frijolero” (beaner)


And though there’s some respect and we don’t interfere


We never inflate currency making war on other countries


We pay you our debt with oil and interests


But we don’t know who winds up with the change


Although we are famous for being the sellersof the drugs we grow , you all are the consumers




Don’t call me gringo, you fuckin beaner


Stay on your side of the goddamn river


Don’t call me gringo you beaner




Don’t call me beaner, Mr. Masturbator


I’ll give you a scare for being a racist and “culero”(“coward” -derived from term for anus)


Don’t call me “frijolero”, cunt gringo masturbator




Now I wish I had a dime for every single time


I’ve gotten stared down for being in the wrong side of town


And a rich man I’d be if I had that kind of chips


Lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists




Now I wish I had a dime for every single time


I’ve gotten stared down for being in the wrong side of town


And a rich man I’d be if I had that kind of chips


Lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists




Can you imagine yourself


As a Mexican crossing the border


Thinking of your family while you cross


Leaving all you know behind


What if you had to dodge bullets


Of some gringo ranchers


Would you keep saying “good for nothing wetback?”


If you had to start from scratch?


Now why don’t you look down to


Where your feet is planted


That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted


If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know


That where your feed are planted would be Mexico Correcto!