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Chinga the racists (x2)
Warrior blood runs through my veins
fervent believer of the dark virgin
I am sowing sorrow and I am reaping tears
they flee from death when they see this guy
I leave you like a toad about to burst
bloated purple now I'm going to step on you
and I'm going to wash my hands with your blood
so that you can go fuck yourself mother
I already bring all the racists here on my list
kiss my guaraches fucking neo-Nazist gueros
Chinga the racists (x4)
Ready as a village to raffle my life
hold on, bastards, when you feel the bites
of an enraged dog prepared to attack
they are going to fight you with my illegal cunning
Between the eyebrows of the Asteca warriors
who cry out for revenge for the blood of his race
that Zapata said to all the peasants
there is no enemy that is going to give us the kilo
My destiny is made of bronze and
my heart is made of bronze
of bronze are my children already burned by the sun
Chinga the racists (x4)
Long live Villa
Long live Zapata
Long live the Mexican people
Long live the revolution
and as racists say, fuck (x4)