go to the store, but a pack

there's 12 tortillas neatly stacked

next thing you know, grab some beans

Stuff that shit right down your jeans



We run, we hide

Your diet's refried



Gas out...Next thing you know

Sorry mom, I think I'll go and drop the bomb

It's in the face, and that's too bad

Rosaritas all they had



We run, we hide

The beans inside

Gas out.