Yo Les Mando a La Mierda

I walk down the street they look at me as I pass
if I say something loud they look back at me
people go out and don't know what to do
if you look at them straight and ask them why
I send them to hell (x4)

if they have an umbrella they don't move aside when passing
if you kiss your boy they tell it to dad
if my chestnut itches and I have to scratch
I don't know why they always have to criticize
I send them to hell (x4)

They shout at me in the streets,
they call me immoral,
those motherfuckers only think about fucking
they better worry about what their wife is doing
when at night she messes around with the Pekingese
I send them to hell (x4)

I don't care what you hear about me
don't fucking listen or you'll regret it
I don't care what you read about me
don't fucking listen or they'll lie to you again
I send them to hell (x4)

Some make me laugh when they talk about their daughters
they think they're at home, studying formally
but the truth is I know them
and I know that more than one fool has been between their legs
I send them to hell (x4)
pigs! pigs!