BAD HOMBRE

written and performed by Mykel Hawk

(VERSE ONE)

THEY CALL ME BAD HOMBRE PISTOL PACKIN RENEGADE

THIRTY THOUSAND PESOS FOR EACK 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 COMIN OUT MY MOUTH IS CURSE WORDS

POPS A MEHICANO NEVER CARED MUCH FOR THE STATES

HE OWN A VILLA SOUTH OF JUAREZ AND BE PACKIN UP THEM CRATES

HE NEVER MISSES A DELIVERY A PACKAGE OR A PAYMENT

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 TIAJUANA

THEM PINCHE LOCO GUEROS OUT THERE FARMING MARIJUANA

I SMOKED ABOUT A POUND OR TWO BEFORE THOSE FUCKERS CAUGHT ME

ROLLING JAYS OUT OF THEIR CROPS IF I WAS THEM I WOULDA SHOT ME

BUT NO THEY WENT AND LET ME GO BUT SHOUTED SOMETHING RACIST

I KNOW THEY SHAKING IN THEIR BOOTS THEY THINK THAT I’M A RAPIST

SYNDICATE GANG MEMBER LOOTER AND MARUARDER

BROWN SKINNED BASTARD FUCKIN ALL THEIR DAUGHTERS

I’M LAUGHIN AT THE RHETORIC AND NAZI 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 RUNNIN OUT OF AGUA

ME AND MY COMPADRES WE MEETING UP IN RENO

MY POPPA SENT DINERO TO OPEN A CASINO

PACOS GONNA RUN THE TABLES CHUEY COOKS THE BOOKS

FLACO RUNS SECURITY EL GUAPOS THERE FOR LOOKS

BETO MANS THE SLOT MACHINES AND JUAN LOOKS OUT FOR FAKES

DONALD IS THE GRINGO IN THE KITCHEN COOKIN STEAKS

DON, I TAKE MINE EXTRA RARE MY PATIENCE HERE IS MINIMAL

WHEN YOU SERVE ME LOOK IN MY EYES YOU DEALIN WITH A CRIMINAL

RAISED IN THE CALLE BITE LIKE A JIGSAW

LEAVE NO SURVIVORS MASTER OF THE QUICK DRAW

BADDEST MAN IN ALL THE LAND MY FACE ON WANTED POSTERS

MY CREW HAS SPANNED THE RIO GRANDE WE SMELL CHILI ROASTERS

 

 

 

(CHORUS)

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 TEND TO BREED A CERTAIN TYPE OF ASSHOLE  

ARROGANT LATINO I KNOW IT’S WAY CLICHÉ CALL ME MERO MERO I’M A BAD

HOMBRE

(VERSE TWO)

MY POSSE GROWIN LARGER MY MEN ARE GETTING MEANER

THE HOMIE CHUCO SHOT A PROSTITUTE IN PASADENA

SHE GAVE HIM GONAREAH, SO HE CANE BACK FOR THE LICK

AND SHOT THE HOOKER 20 TIMES FOR RUININ HIS DICK

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 BUY A BAG OF GREEN CHILI FROM A DUDE NAMED ERNIE

THE WOMEN ALWAYS FLOCK US BUT MEN ARE RUNNIN FROM US

WE THINK IT’S FUNNY THAT THESE LILLY WHITE GIRLS SEEM TO LOVE US

THERE AINT A MAN AMONG US WHO AINT RAN THRU 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 WHO’S SKIN IS BROWN RISKS INVESTIGATION

HE ONLY SPEAKS TO IGNORANCE AND FAVORS SEGREGATION

HE PUTTIN TEAMS TOGETHER AND ROUNDIN UP FAMILIES

THEY PACK EM UP IN LITTLE TRUCKS ONE BY ONE THEY CRAMMIN THESE

PEOPLE INTO CAGES LIKE ANIMALS IN BARNS

HE SAID HE SAW AGENTS RIPPIN BABIES OUT THE ARMS

OF MOTHERS BEGGING FOR ASYLUM PLEADING THEM FOR MERCY

HE CALLED EM INFESTATIONS AND SAID THAT THEY’RE UNWORTHY

THE SHERIFF SAID I’M SICK OF ALL YOU FORIGN COCKAROACHES

I’M SENDING ALL YOUR BODIES BACK TO MEXICO IN COACHES

I’VE HEARD ENOUGH HEY CABALEROS LOAD YOUR AMMUNITION

THIS MOTHERFUCKER WANTS A WAR HERE COMES THE OPPOSITION

I’M GONNA BEAT THE STUFFING OUT THIS MAN LIKE PINATA

AND WHEN THEY SAY WAS THAT THE BAD HOMBRE YOU TELL EM NADA

 

(CHORUS)

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 TEND TO BREED A CERTAIN TYPE OF ASSHOLE

ARROGANT LATINO I KNOW IT’S WAY CLICHÉ CALL ME MERO MERO I’M A BAD HOMBRE