“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.”
