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I'll still eat my roasted corn, lucas, limon y sal
They stereotypes bug me but I like the food, it's good that's all
If Mr Suit sees me with my Big Red soda and laughs
I'll scream how dare you call this "Mexican champagne", then I'll kick his a**
No, I don't listen to country or go to tejano bars
Nor do I have an Emilio sticker on the back of my car
My dad is not a mechanic
And I'm Mexican American not what the Man labels "hispanic"
I know I'm in trouble with my mom when she chases me around the house with a chancla
My friend's grandma twisted her ankle once doing the charranga
If it were up to me I'd throw Pete Wilson, Limbaugh, and Buchanan in jail
They can take their 187 and wall with them to he**

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