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.