How'd in the West Texas town of El Paso, I'd never seen such an unruly whore.

Miles upon miles of young male unwashed masses pass through the border like syrup they

pour.

Oh, no, if I told me that I'd contact with me, he had this look on his face.

He had a shirt on a shirt that had dirt on it walking and talking like he owned the place.

Oh, the place that is known as the West Texas town of El Paso should now be called New New Mexico.

There was a time that they feared deportation, they hid in the shadows and traveled by night.

They paid off coyotes and brood in tunnels like Mexican ninjas avoiding our side.

Now they're involved and they strut down the streets, every malagro to try.

They head to the bus stop instead of the truck stop and wave out the window.

Adios, goodbye, coyotes to the post-apocalyptic town of El Paso.

It looks like a zombie invasion ran through.

The locals are stunned like a farmer where locusts have leveled his crops not a thing he can do.

It's real they are coming right now, not the future, millions of entitled illegals.

We'll drive down your wages, there's not enough home people parking lots for them to stay.

Soon they'll be spreading, there won't be no vetting.

Next they'll be voting your freedoms away, voting just like they do in the West Texas town of El Paso.

Like all major cities they do not vote right.

Get off your asses, wake up smell the coffee or sit back and kiss your country.

Goodbye, goodbye.