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!
