“I Called The ICE Tip Line” is the latest song and music video from reporter Patrick Howley. WATCH THE MUSIC VIDEO HERE.

Below are the lyrics for “I Called The ICE Tip Line” by Patrick Howley:

“You’ve packed your bags and arrived in my hometown,

Yet, I haven’t caught sight of you anywhere,”

I can’t understand the words you say,

Blasting your music every night and day

No insurance, what a shock

Your car is up on cinderblock

Drinking tequila out of a flask

Why did Biden give you a pass?

If it was up to me, I’d show you the door

and deport you back to El Salvador.

You’re not my friend, you ‘aint no good,

This used to be a nice neighborhood,

This land that my forefathers loved

is not a place to sell your drugs.

I called the ICE Tip Line

and made a report

They showed up in no time

Ready to deport.

Trump gives me the tip line

No time to be nice

And I’m feeling just fine

Thanks to the men of ICE.

Shoplift groceries steal a purse,

How can things get any worse?

You bring dishonor you bring shame

Time to send you back from whence you came

Your neck tattoos ‘aint so tough

You ‘aint worth a tin of snuff,

You might as well leave on your own,

Before Mr. Homan sends you home.

One chance only, not tres or dos

My favorite word is Adios

I called the ICE Tip Line

and made a report

They showed up in no time

Ready to deport.

Trump gives me the tip line

No time to be nice

And I’m feeling just fine

Thanks to the men of ICE.”