Chinga a los racistas

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Fuck the racists
Fuck the racists

Warrior's blood runs through my veins
Fervent believer of the dark-skinned virgin
I sow sorrow and reap tears
Flee from death when you see this dude
I leave you like a toad about to burst
Swollen, purple, now I'm going to step on you
And I'm going to wash my hands with your blood, so you can go fuck yourself
All the racists are already on my list
Kiss my sandals, damn white neo-racists

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Ready like Villa to risk my life
Hold on tight, bastards, when you feel the bites
Of a furious dog ready to attack
You're screwed with my illegal cunning
Between the eyebrows of the Aztec warriors
Who cry out for vengeance for the blood of their race
Zapata told all the peasants, there's no enemy that will defeat us
My destiny is bronze and my heart is bronze, my children are already burnt by the sun

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Long live Villa!
Long live!
Long live Zapata!
Long live!
Long live the Mexican people
Long live!
Long live the revolution!

And as it says...

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