Gringo Latin Funk

She wants mandingo
So that she loses her gringa ways
You have to give her a cigar
So she walks like a Hispanic
You have to dirty her shoes
With mud from the mountains
To strip her of the posture
Of an English cheesecake

There goes walking through Latin America
Imitating the walk of a generic gringa
She doesn't eat dulce de leche because of cholesterol
She says words in English mixed with Spanish
She's a gringa wanna-be
She doesn't even know where the capital of her country is
She's an idiot, she has the brain of an ox
That's why I dedicate this somewhat gay funk to her
Like Jamiroquai
I see her all the time like stray dogs
Without direction, stumbling around the world
Stealing money from dying millionaire old folks
Just like Donald Trump in less than a second
He steals even your wrinkles
She's a witch but without a broom and without a wart
Because she's pretty, with her perky buttocks
She enchants you with her upturned nose
Like the French girls
She's an idiot, she milks your balls
Just to ride in your convertible car
She's a fine leather, so fine
That she's cost me more than damn gasoline
She only eats in elegant restaurants
Golden steak with diamond salad
She prefers to get a fixed implant
Before feeding her children
She's an expert at breaking condoms
She owns all your inheritance before taking off your pants
She has no indigenous or African blood
Because she says her family has German heritage
She's a Latin shame
I'd like to pierce her chest with a javelin
Lit on fire and burn her breasts
And the tip of the javelin also has poison
To ensure her death
Because even if they don't deserve it
These leather girls are lucky and come back to life like zombies
That's why later I'm going to hit her with a flurry of punches
In the face until she's disfigured

She wants mandingo (For what?)
So that she loses her gringa ways (And him?)
You have to give her a cigar (For what?)
So she walks like a Hispanic (Whateva!!)
You have to dirty her shoes (With what?)
With mud from the mountains (Oh! For what?)
To strip her of the posture (Of what?)
Of an English cheesecake

There goes the guy who wears tight pants
So that his package shows
With the hairstyle they use on Objetivo Fama
That looks like they just got out of bed
And had cement glue put in their hair
And then they paint the tips brown caramel
They put on contact lenses to have light eyes
And even though he's Latino, he speaks with a strange accent
He's an idiot, his dream is to be a bolero singer
And then make a calendar dressed as a firefighter
A guy with little imagination
Could easily work as a reporter on Univision
From Miami, he gets a mommy
With her Armani clothes
He spends his time chasing any ass
Just as creative as a reggaeton singer
He also hits women like Fernando del Rincón
He's a fake idiot, he's a fake
To top it off, he's a fan of Justin Timberlake
What bothers him the most like a blister
Is that no matter how much he combs his hair, he can't deny his Creole face
He's a Latin shame
I'd like to invite him to a pool
In the middle of a thunderstorm
I'd also like to give him a brakeless Lamborghini
Take him to get his prostate checked with a drill
And push it until blood comes out
In the name of all the people in Latin America
Who are dying of hunger

She wants mandingo (For what?)
So that she loses her gringa ways (And him?)
You have to give her a cigar (For what?)
So she walks like a Hispanic (What-eva!!)
You have to dirty her shoes (With what?)
With mud from the mountains (Oh! For what?)
To strip her of the posture (Of what?)
Of an English cheesecake (Ha Ha Ha)

You're an idiot
A double loser
Super idiot
A Latin idiot

Duh!