Lyrics:

South Park Mexican:
'Yo I can't hear myself on the mic.
Uh yeah maybe I can.'

South Park Mexican:
Now take a trip off the trip and let me trip you out,
'Cause I'm a trip, I'm a nut, I'm a fool no doubt.
Y'all boys really tripin' on the money I make
But I'm trippin' wet tryin' to kill some putos I hate.
Separate all these fake niggas all in my face
You a disgrace, you should wish well for your own race
Tie your laces and hide your 2 faces
I Guess I been lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Follow in a trail to the land of hell
Everybody knows I belong in hell
For my Raza, anyone else no tienen chanza
Fuck with my clique, I'll put a hole in your panza
I give 2 fucks 3 shits & 1 damn
Scram you bitch you ain't worth my fan
I don't cut for the jealous
Guess where your girl is
All on my penis like mustard and relish.

Oh My My, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby 'cause I can't stay long.
Oh My My, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road.

(2nd Verse: South Park Mexican)
Mama Mia
I wanna put somethin' in Aaliyah
Sippin' Sangria and smokin' on Maria
I drill a 9 milli through your liver I'm triller
Lonestar state home of the armadiller
Blow killer with Prisciller and ganja with Blanca
Catch me at the club in my Nike chanclas
Vida chueca, my girlfriend's name is La Mu'eca
Dios around my necka
Sangre de Azteca
SPM on choppers like man
Y'all run and hide while I count to 10
I'm a wait till fall then I'll cut my grass
Stop and make my girlfriend pump the gas
I got enough birds to have a snowball fight
My dream is to keep the world up all night
I done sold you a dub sack
Used to chase a hub cap
Now I'm in this game tryin' to see where my love at.

Oh My My, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby 'cause I can't stay long.
Oh My My, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road.

(3rd Verse: Baby Bash)
It's the return of that nut, Baby Beeshie.
Love my chicken greasy
Shitin' on them haters that love to taste the feces
I'm a fool I'm a nutter
Gone off the butter
I'm from Vallejo, California Houston to Calcutter
Gone wacko off tobacco mixed with the dough dough
You squares ain't ready for the modern day cholo
Used to be a player but now I'm an official
Doin' big things like Shine and Pen and Pixel
Only nigga with a Benz still on welfare
No insurance, no license and no health care.
Computer illiterate
Smoke dank like a cigarette
A straight fuckin' idiot.
You think that I give a shit?
I need a hearin' aid for some handicap parkin'
Damn Baby Bash your so damn retarded.

Oh My My, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Fix me a drink and sing me a song
But do it quick baby 'cause I can't stay long.
Oh My My, oh hell yeah
Let's all get to puttin' some in the air
Man I'm so blowed
Man I'm so throwed
Somebody grab the wheel I can't see the road.