Insultos varios
Gatillazo Lyrics


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Vosotros los demócratas de boquilla,
Que andáis especulando y acaparando
De manera legal, después de hacer la ley
¿Dónde os dieron el título de semidiós?

De dónde te has sacao, cretino mediocre.
Que democracia y tú sois la misma cosa.
Libre para robar, maldito explotador,
Me cago en tu ridículo barrigón.
Mejor morir que ser así de capullo.

Demócrata racista - Grandísimo traidor.

Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones,
Que siempre estáis igual, tocando los frijoles.

Siempre que hay elecciones meo tu foto.
Y cuando me emborracho poto en tu cara.

Viéndote sonreír dan ganas de matar,
Pero un cerdo se esconde tras un perro guardián.

Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones,
Que siempre estáis igual, tocando los frijoles.

Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones,
Que siempre estáis igual, jugando con las cosas de comer.

Aunque sé que este idilio es una locura.




Títere o maniquí me la pones dura.
¡¡Basura!!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Gatillazo’s song “Insultos Varios” is a political critique and a scathing commentary against corrupt politicians who claim to be democratic yet behave in an autocratic and selfish manner. The opening line of the song is directed towards these hypocritical politicians who indulge in speculation and monopolizing privileges through legal means, only to lord over the less privileged while enjoying semi-divine status, as opposed to the vulnerable people that they dominate. The singer uses derogatory and insulting language, calling them mediocre and ranting on their sense of hypocritical democracy. Essentially, the song lays emphasis on the idea that these faces of democracy are nothing but empty promises, failed principles, and greedy individuals, who are more interested in personal gain than the prosperity and happiness of their people. The singer, in no uncertain terms, calls them out by saying, “Demócrata racista - Grandísimo traidor”, which roughly translates to, “Racist Democrat – Grand traitor”.


The chorus of the song is a repetition of the line “Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones, que siempre estáis igual, tocando los frijoles”- meaning false democrats, cheaters, and thieves, who are always the same; meddling in the beans. These lines are a symbolic representation of how these politicians interfere in the things that direct towards people's livelihoods rather than concerning themselves with more significant issues. The song talks about how this behavior has become so normal and accepted that people often do not see any other alternative. The song also contains a reference to Mexico and how people in Mexico urinate on the image of corrupt politicians during political campaigns.


Overall, the lyrics of “Insultos Varios” are a severe critique of corrupt politicians who pose as Democrats, make empty promises and end up exploiting the masses.


Line by Line Meaning

Vosotros los demócratas de boquilla,
You democrats of idle talk,


Que andáis especulando y acaparando
Who are speculating and hoarding


De manera legal, después de hacer la ley
Legally, after making the law


¿Dónde os dieron el título de semidiós?
Where did you receive the title of demigod?


De dónde te has sacao, cretino mediocre.
Where did you come from, mediocre cretin?


Que democracia y tú sois la misma cosa.
That democracy and you are the same thing.


Libre para robar, maldito explotador,
Free to steal, damn exploiter,


Me cago en tu ridículo barrigón.
I shit on your ridiculous potbelly.


Mejor morir que ser así de capullo.
Better to die than to be such a dick.


Demócrata racista - Grandísimo traidor.
Racist Democrat - Biggest traitor.


Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones,
False democrats, rogues and thieves,


Que siempre estáis igual, tocando los frijoles.
Always the same, playing with the beans.


Siempre que hay elecciones meo tu foto.
Whenever there are elections, I pee on your photo.


Y cuando me emborracho poto en tu cara.
And when I get drunk, I puke on your face.


Viéndote sonreír dan ganas de matar,
Seeing you smile makes me want to kill,


Pero un cerdo se esconde tras un perro guardián.
But a pig hides behind a watchdog.


Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones,
False democrats, rogues and thieves,


Que siempre estáis igual, tocando los frijoles.
Always the same, playing with the beans.


Falsos demócratas, jetas y ladrones,
False democrats, rogues and thieves,


Que siempre estáis igual, jugando con las cosas de comer.
Always the same, messing with people's food.


Aunque sé que este idilio es una locura.
Although I know that this idyll is madness.


Títere o maniquí me la pones dura.
Puppet or mannequin, you make me hard.


¡¡Basura!!
Garbage!




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