Verse 1



Slimy Purple Barstards Like To Populate Our Bars And Brothels, They're The Haitian Hombres

They Release A Couple Of Nines Into My Compadres,

They'd Better Be Ready For What Happens Next,

My Muscles Are About To Be Flexed



Sound Of Cuban Gangmembers: "Kill Em!!!!"



Chorus



Electricute Their Cats

Put Grenades In Their Hats

Anyway, Anyhow, Anycheese

We Are Gonna Bring Death To The Haitians!

X2



Verse 2



Put Electrodes In Their Bras

Smash Their Cars (with Cricket Bats)

Mash Their Dogs With Mixing Bowls

Turn Their Pubs Into Big Black Holes (in The Ground)

Life Is Precious, Life Is Sweet

But If They Touch My Cadillac Again, They Will Most Certainly Feel Cuban Heat!!!



Chorus X2



Death To The Haitians!!!!