Witchcraft
Killing Gueros
Cross the Border
Alambristas, wet, Tijuaneros
Tired of the field
mpo, mota workers
Poor families search for gold
From the United States
A torn backpack, battered underwear,
Dick in hand, go away without a doubt asshole
To work for a Chinese or Jew
They pay you with armpit tacos,
Babaso go north
Cross the border, cross the border
At night you leave with your old huaraches
Bring tweezers, swim the river
In the trunk of my car
You don't pay the coyote, they are fucking thieves
They leave you lost, the immigration screws you
You take better care of Satan
Cross the border, cross the border
orrele ox, the migra is coming gold awaits you
Or the migra's cock stings you

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