Tekster: Limp Wrist. You Ain´t That Fierce.

Just because you?re gay you
aren?t exempt
Waves of flags and shouts of
pride have been
sent

Underneath that disco beat I?ve
heard the hate
While you move your feet

Fuck your pride, wich you scream
so loud
Same old race shit, if there is
no room for all than there?s no
need to be proud

Salsa, rice, and dinge queens are
some of the terms and honey, like
the hottest of chilis
I?ll make your ass burn
Yeah, I?m a latin lover a spicy
little pick
Oozing with passion yeah so what
if I?ve got an uncut dick