Meco drinker

​You ain't a king, you’re a pendejo hopin' for a taste,

A literal clown with a puto look all on your face.

I heard you love the flavor, yeah, you thirstin' for the white,

Drinkin’ mecos like a soda in the middle of the night.

​You a culero, a bottom, yeah you take it like a pro,

From Mexico to here, everybody fuckin' knows.

You don't want the smoke, you just want a cup of leche,

Stayin' on your knees 'til your whole throat is sketchy.

​Bend it over, take the drill, let 'em fill you to the brim,

You ain't a hitter, you’re just lunch to every one of them.

Keep that mouth open wide, yeah, swallow down the shame,

A meco-drinkin' b*tch is your only fuckin' name