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letra de bad hombre - mykel hawk

they call me bad hombre pistol packing renegade
thirty thousand pesos for each one of the men i’ve slayed
lawmen try to put me in jail but watch me call
my desperado posse that can bring down any wall
i’ve had rattlesnake venom in my veins since my first words
every other word that’s coming out my mouth is curse words
pops a mexicano, never cared much for the states
he owns a villa south of juarez and be packing up them crates
he never missеs a delivery a package or a paymеnt
and if you try to play him, he’ll put you to the pavement
but me i like america because it lacks morality
the perfect place to be if you’re like me and crave brutality
i’ve been to california by way of tijuana
them pinche loco gueros out there farming marijuana
i smoked about a pound or two before those f-ckers caught me
rolling jays out of their crops if i was them, i would’ve shot me
but no, they went and let me go and shouted something racist
i know they’re shaking in their boots they think that i’m a rapist
syndicate gang member looter and marauder
brown skinned b-st-rd f-cking all their daughters
i’m laughing at the rhetoric and n-z- propaganda
it’s time i kick up dust and make my way out to nevada
sombrero on my head that i bought while in chihuahua
the desert sun is beating down i’m running out of agua
me and my compadres we meeting up in reno
my poppa sent dinero to open a casino
paco’s going to run the tables, chuey cooks the books
flaco runs security, el guapo’s there for looks
beto mans the slot machines and juan looks out for fakes
donald is the gringo in the kitchen cooking steaks
don, i take mine extra rare my patience here is minimal
when you serve me look in my eyes you’re dealing with a criminal
raised in the calle, bite like a jigsaw
leave no survivors master of the quickdraw
baddest man in all the land, my face on wanted posters
my crew has spanned the rio grande, we smell like chili roasters
you set it off and picked a battle you could never win
with a man whose comfortable living with his sins
i’m friends with el diablo, we go out for coronas
i’ve walked the river comforting the tears of the llorona
the border town where i was born is dubbed the land el paso
and it’s a place that tends to breed a certain type of assh0l-
arrogant latino i know its way cliché, call me mero mero, i’m a bad hombre

my posse growing larger my men are getting meaner
the homie chuco shot a prostitute in pasadena
she gave him gonorrhea, so he came back for the l!ck
and shot the hooker twenty times for ruining his d-ck
we left the reno business in the hands of trusted brothers
and if it sinks whatever i’ll go and buy another
we on our way to santa fe but stop in albuquerque
to get a bag of green chili from a dude named ernie
the woman always flock us but men are running from us
we think it’s funny that these lily-white girls seem to love us
there ain’t a man amongst us who ain’t ran through a few
but we prefer latinas, mamacitas we pursue
my special senorita lips taste like honeydew
caramel skinned and curvy, true and always down to screw
i keep her picture in my pocket to remind me when i roam
that you don’t eat taco bell with good tamales back at home
we made a stop to see a cop who gives me information
he said the sheriff in this town is anti-immigration
and all in town whose skin is brown risks investigation
he only speaks to ignorance and favors segregation
he putting teams together and rounding up families
they pack them up in little trucks one by one they cramming these
people into cages like animals in barns
he said he saw agents ripping babies out the arms
of mothers begging for asylum, pleading them for mercy
he called them infestations and said that they’re unworthy
the sheriff said i’m sick of all you foreign c-ckroaches
i’m sending all your bodies back to mexico in coaches
i’ve heard enough, hey caballeros load your ammunition
this motherf-cker wants a war here comes the opposition
i’m going to beat the stuffing out this man like a pinata
and when they say was that the bad hombre you tell them nada
you set it off and picked a battle you could never win
with a man whose comfortable living with his sins
i’m friends with el diablo, we go out for coronas
i’ve walked the river comforting the tears of the llorona
the border town where i was born is dubbed the land el paso
and it’s a place that tends to breed a certain type of assh0l-
arrogant latino, i know its way cliché, call me mero mero i’m a bad hombre

- mykel hawk

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