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!"

Electricute their cats
Put grenades in their hats
Anyway, anyhow, anycheese
We are gonna bring death to the haitians!

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!!!

Death to the haitians!!