[Verse 1 - Señor Wetback]

Laying around with the green in my pipe

Feeling lucky to be alive

With all the madness going around

Kids getting shot; the bad and the proud

Just waiting to rot, it's like all the world wants is to drown

Stupid people talking the talk

But I don't see anybody walking the walk

Mr. Obama I promise I don't give a fuck

You can talk the talk but nothing changing

You just got niggas wired up ready for a hanging

A Hispanic man for defending himself

You know what NAACP go yourself

You're just a charity case looking for trouble

But guess what I'll make it double

I'd pop a black kid too if he tried to kill me

And I think the rest of the nation is feeling me

Cause your life means to me as much as Treyvon Martin's

Try and kill me expect the same back

Don't give a shit if you're white or black

I'll treat you the same so stop getting so damn butthurt

It's like the countries have to set off a red alert

Every time a kid does something stupid

Think it's time we were a bit more lucid

And be honest with the idiots of our nation

Hand out a little logic and break the tradition

It's about to get a little nasty, and that's my style

Wouldn't be a Wetback rhyme without talking about all these

Fine bitches who are wishing for kisses

Wanting me to call them my misses

Giving credit where credit is due

She's always in the kitchen making me food

Hasn't sex seemed a little bit lamer for you?

That's cause your girl got a taste of my burrito

Shoved right down her peephole

Talking about how your dick is muy pequeño

Hate on it all you like, Your girl is looking for my mic

Pleading out for more, it's titty titty band bang oops

I came all over your whore, look at this bitch

Crawling back for more

[Hook]

I'm alone at home like Whoopie

One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf

Apart of a bigger pile like groupies

I'm alone at home like Whoopie

One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf

Apart of a bigger pile like groupies

One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf

[Verse 2 - 57 Pixels]

Been here for three weeks, I'm already calling it quits

Have you heard my new jingles bitch, you'd prolly shit bricks

Fuck if it's quick, but I'm getting tired of waiting

And I'm not the best I just want to say bye to complaining

Haven't been high lately, been called a cry baby

And I lie blatantly, like I am that will-lang-ly

Look it's about time my fan base will start

No one likes playing cards with me cause I'm known for breaking hearts

Real friends those words can be put together?

Look at how many people have heard my shit and try to not call me a stupid failure

But I don't want to suck and please the mic

And take control of this game like I'm fucking Jesus Christ

This is that want and need; so tight

It's like the gap between some and thing, a'ight?

Get it? Nah, my shit makes no sense

Like these pasty people saying Mex dirt has the highest potence

My mind is fucking twisted like when hoes sit

It's bogus these poets focus, is hopeless

By my moment, and my opponents claim it. So atrocious

I won't be a homeless hottest whom lives with rodents

[Hook]x2

I'm alone at home like Whoopie

One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf

Apart of a bigger pile like groupies

One thing on my mind then I write it down on Loose Leaf