Sung to the tune of "The Battle of New Orleans"
In two thousand eight we took a little trip,
a shit load of minute men huntin for the spick
they took away our border guards and made us fly their flags
were tired of the lyin from governmental fags
(chorus)
-well we fired our pres and we put his ass in prison,
-the next one will go if he pulls the same ol' shit,
-were tired of the lyin and aint afraid to say so,
-revolutions commin and their ass is gettin bit
We looked cross the rio and we seen the mexes come
there must have been a million of em hidin from the sun
They packed real light only crystal meth to bring,
so we waited till they crossed to send them to the King
-well we fired our pres and we put his ass in prison,
-the next one will go if he pulls the same ol' shit,
-were tired of the lyin and aint afraid to say so,
-revolutions commin and their ass is gettin bit
Minute men are smart and think before they act
shootin at cockroaches is hard and thats a fact
gotta aim for Pancho and shoot through to Juan
its called protecting your country or "Gettin your groove on!"
-well we fired our pres and we put his ass in prison,
-the next one will go if he pulls the same ol' shit,
-were tired of the lyin and aint afraid to say so,
-revolutions commin and their ass is gettin bit
Well they ran through the cactus and they ran through the fences
they ran through the hood where the minute man cant go
they ran so fast that the news crews couldn't catch em,
cross that fuckin river to their homes in Mexico
-well we fired our pres and we put his ass in prison,
-the next one will go if he pulls the same ol' shit,
-were tired of the lyin and aint afraid to say so,
-revolutions commin and their ass is gettin bit
We fired our guns till our trigger fingers hurt us
made life a livin hell 'tween here and mexico
Our Nation is sacred as everybody knows this
stay the fuck out or you're hangin like a BRO
-well we fired our pres and we put his ass in prison,
-the next one will go if he pulls the same ol' shit,
-were tired of the lyin and aint afraid to say so,
-revolutions commin and their ass is gettin bit
Well they ran through the cactus and they ran through the fences
they ran through the hood where the minute man cant go
they ran so fast that the news crews couldn't catch em,
cross that fuckin river to their homes in Mexico
-well we fired our pres and we put his ass in prison,
-the next one will go if he pulls the same ol' shit,
-were tired of the lyin and aint afraid to say so,
-revolutions commin and their ass is gettin bit
The morning shines new light so that I can see,
That I never left this road that brings me sweet sweet liberty, Like a
ringing bell, thats freedom's spell, A new day callin'. En Vogue
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