Made Ya (mexicans) Look
Disclaimer: The writer wishes to acknowledge that what is about to be written is solely for entertainment purposes. Though it is true, the writer is only writing the following for a good laugh. So don't get mad you monkey smelling, shit eating, cock blowing, beetle driving, burrito eating, tortilla making mothafuckaz.
Artist: MC Mexican Killa.
Title: Made Ya (mexicans) Look
Record Label: Legal Documents Inc./Fuck A Beaner Records
(Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.)
Now lets put it all in perspective,
beaners are not good at any objective,
you're a disappointment to all types of races,
dirt in your mouth and shit on your faces,
I buy clothes and food by the cases,
you eat what you find, don't care how the taste is,
stay poor and your bed is the floor, beaner whore,
teeth lime green, with horrible hygiene,
you Mexicans can't buy, soda or ice cream,
when you think about food, it's considered a nice dream,
you can clean up your city no doubt,
but don't say you need money, cuz my pity ran out,
BEANERS! fuck your anthem, clean your hands up,
that you jerk wit, find some work bitch,
learn to search quick, you aint worth shit,
you're shorter than that Simon Berch kid, you're muthafuckin stupid,
you got the shitiest towns, yeah its been that,
you need a tic tac, why's your fuckin neck black,
you mix your soups with your kids baseball bats,
got no roofs and your house is made of hay stacks.
LA MIGRA!, ah made ya look,
You'd probably eat the worm off a fish hook,
Never have money, beaners your times up,
Where's your mind at, where's your pride at.
LA MIGRA!, ah made ya look,
You'd probably eat the worm off a fish hook,
Never have money, beaners your times up,
Where's your mind at, where's your pride at.
This aint rappin, this is free shots,
now lick the fuckin dirt of my Reeboks,
all you Mexicans, I'm your Grim Reepa,
an immigrant is just another street sleepa,
don't start none, wont be none,
I'm not a Mexican god dammit, but I'm proud to say I am hispanic,
knock a chunt straight down with his chunt cup,
that's the way you get timberland up,
don't let my language confuse your attention,
you got no brains and no comprehension,
bustas, assholes, bitches can suck dick,
bring your mom over so I could have my fuckin nuts licked,
all you beaners are wangstas and phonies,
you buy Tony's cuz you can't afford Sony's,
get out my face, you bitches don't know me,
I'll pull out my dick and have your wife blow me,
LA MIGRA!, ah made ya look,
You'd probably eat the worm off a fish hook,
Never have money, beaners your times up,
Where's your mind at, where's your pride at.
LA MIGRA!, ah made ya look,
You'd probably eat the worm off a fish hook,
Never have money, beaners your times up,
Where's your mind at, where's your pride at.
(Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.
Left, Right.)
I see beaners runnin, yo my mood is real rude,
I'll show you some real cash and real food,
beaners don't think, my pump will massage ya,
I'm too fuckin quick like I'm on fuckin Nas ya,
like pun said, You aint even in mi clasa
benz back, head back, seat TV plasma,
beaners looking for money and shelter, you're little bitches and you're idiots fool,
you cant find one that's tall and intelligent too,
like a real whatafack is,
tell your sis let me feel how the head is,
females who's the prettiest, are always the dirtiest,
I'ma take away your happiness,
I'll kick your ass, never have shit in your bags,
your ass is hit, Mexican Killa at last,
this a Don you wit, your's a trick,
beaners lose consciousness.
Visit Prisoner 452's site
Hit Em (mexicans) Up
Artist: MC Mexican Killa feat. The Beaner Hater Crew.
Title: Hit Em (mexicans) UP
Record Label: Legal Documents Inc.
(You ain't got no mothafuckin cash.
That's why you stole my shit you poor mothafucka.
Stay hungry!
Westside! Mexican Killa.
Stay hungry!
You know who the beaners are.
Stay hungry!
I bring it to ya.
Stay hungry!)
First off, fuck you mom and your dad is gay,
I take shots at mexicans like everyday,
you claim to be a citizen but I know you lie,
bitch, I'ma keep clowning till the day that I die,
any chunt wants to step, they can step correct,
but the first step they goun get is an immigration check,
you filthy mothafuckaz, you fuckin filthy beaners,
your number one in the nation for committing misdemeanors,
you crying ass bitches, ya'll ain't nuthin but some thieves,
every time I let one in my house I get a brand new set of keys,
I turn the cameras on till you chunts is gone,
i've caught thirteen mothafuckaz trying to take some money from my mom,
I hire you monkeys to sweep the street and moe the lawn,
then you expect me to put some extra money in your palm,
what the fuck, I'm giving you two dollars an hour,
that's more than enough to go and buy your cooking flower.
You know, see.
Fuck eloteros and a swap meet seller,
Immigration's got your mom and I think they bout to sell her,
Uh, you fucked up when you crossed my path,
Now I'm about to put a hit on your ass,
Nigga, I hit em up.
(Check this out, I know you hoes can't tell time,
You don't even know what day it is,
Ya'll monkeys don't even know how to read,
I'ma let my little homies clown on you
dirty beaner mothafuckin bitches.)
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo,
where's the nearest taco shop,
I told your dad I would give him a dollar if he could read me a sign,
he can't read so he looked at my eyes and he said he was blind,
so I dropped the dollar on the ground he picked it up and said, "So Kind",
as soon as he turned around I stabbed that beaner from behind,
you shouldn't be called mexicans, you should be called little bitches,
your the only reason Ingles Sin Barreras is still in business,
your mom came to my house and tried to sell me some shit,
she didn't understand what I was saying so I shut the door on the bitch,
she wouldn't leave me alone so I said I would call immigration,
then she dropped her seven babies and headed for the metro station,
I was waiting in the border line and your mom jumped on me like crickets,
so I lowered my window and screamed, "Bitch, I don't want no chicklets",
Hit em up.
Grab your clocks when you see a mexican,
Keep an eye on your shit cuz you can't trust them,
Uh, keep cleaning cuz you assholes haven't finished,
When will you mothafuckaz start speaking english,
Nigga, I Hit Em up.
I take a step back, when I see a wet back,
your dad's skin is brown but his neck is dirt black,
stop hiding mothafuckaz cuz you know who you are,
the type to fit eight mothafuckaz in a five seater car,
I pissed on two of your flags and left them burning on the streets,
then your mom went to pick them up and now your using them as sheets,
there's a name for your dad, it's Mr. Ice Cream Man,
selling ice cream and candy from the side of his van,
I don't understand it, why the fuck are you here,
to keep collecting welfare checks, and keep ripping off gear,
I gotta keep an eye on my pets when I'm crossing the border,
cuz as soon as they get lost, they become someone's taco order,
why so many dirt roads, you ever hear of fuckin pavement,
playing soccer with someone else's ball is your only entertainment,
cups and strings is what you fagots use as phones,
that's the only communication through you aluminum homes!
Stay hungry!
Stay hungry!
Stay hungry!
Stay hungry!
Stay hungry!
Stay hungry!
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