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[Heems]I'm moving up from belowMe? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-miesWe all about the dough, please!Swate! Getting love from the O-G'sHindu kush by the O-ZNo problem with the po-liceSwate![Lakutis]Asleep in your chimneyGiggle in the darknessDoll that I made from the hair in your armpitsCut it while you sleepingStaring at you while you eatingCreeping out your cousinsAt the baby shower talking aboutMy crystal figurine collectionCorrection: cross-section of the diseaseMan, I'm mean manI let the bitch hair out2nd-best rapper with bitch hair outI'm like a Jesus freakI don't even need to speakLittle "squeak squeak cheep cheepFeed me!" Macaroni picturesLetras de cancionesUnholy matrimony scripturesCorpse bride; alimony lip-serviceSick circus: insane monkeyJewfro body-bone-blood-mucus hierarchyKeep the seat, baby lookalike partyFrost-Nixon and Mel Gibson ascot tiedAsk God why Mary got meGot dick chimichangas hot sipTop whip blow fast slimeShit, you go Heems, it's your dreamWe Greed team, we fiend creamThe lean mean machine in my mean BeemDoctor in my smock...Ock!...Ock![Heems]I'm moving up from belowMe? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-miesWe all about the dough, please!Swate! Getting love from the O-G'sHindu kush by the O-Z No problem with the po-liceSwate![Heems]Yo, check it out:Shall I begin? Let me beginI will begin. So, let's begin!They like "Heems, you should rap in earnest"But honestly, I'd rather burn sess and watch "ErnestGoes to Jail, Goes to Camp" or even "To The Army"Got a sense of humor so they say the kid's smarmyI eat Cracker Jacks, bump RatatatGive Dap a dap, smack a cracker backTo his habitat. Chief cheebaFor my cataracts; matter of factI drop real facts. Call me Snapple capsAnd I eat what I like, like Apple JacksCreep in the night, streets with a pipeSkeet when I pipe, in the sheets with your wifeChief with the whites on the beach til it's nightOut near a very pretty lighthouseGot a bright lamp and I'm poppin right nowThey like "Ayo, stop this damn guy!"But our shows are sold to ShanghaiMad fly: nauseous, raucousWalk it how I talk it, awkward but I'm awesomeThis is on the top and the bottom of the loft, sonI'm living single, it's a Nineties worldCatch me in a bar with like 90 girls40 Sinclairs, 20 Latifah-Khadijah types, 30 Maxines that'll probably freak tonightThis rap shit is nothing for meJust another way to be stunting for freeAnd give back to burn blunts with my G'sMust be some trees, dumplings & cheeseSomething for when they comeMumbling, humbling, "free"Freeze, spitting with my mittens diseaseHeems from Queens like Chris & KeensThey hopping on one leg barking for meI'mma start and they're sparkin' the treeMarchin' with me, Al Sharpton at threeMartians with cheese, ???? aspartame to see 'emStarting to see, parting withSuch sweet sorrow! Such sorrow!Now bring it back like it's borrowedBring it back like it's borrowed[Heems}I'm moving up from belowMe? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-miesWe all about the dough, please!Swate! Getting love from the O-G'sHindu kush by the O-Z No problem with the po-liceSwate![Kool A.D.]Fresh new SuperCutLex, you the best out now with bitch hairGreedhead this year!Scott Bakula, elliptical slidingBarbie's too ghetto, I am too mellowShout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out the militaryAll of my people, black, white, LatinoSlave-owning white man said we were all equalModel minority said "Don't be evil"Heathrow said we were illegalMr. mean Negro like finito on the beat thoughChico Marx, the ego, Zizek's too sexyRight Said Fred, he's AlexiKFC Original Recipe is demonologyGucc boots and wallabies is modern-day potteryOnly crackers win the lotteryHackers is a quality film shot at Stuyvesant High SchoolAm I cool? a young SFJWriting haikus, ordering Thai food, watching Hulu, new YouTubeSmooch a dude who's with the "you do you" crew"True, true, true, true"Baby guap goo goo, ga ga, Go-go gadget, cabbageHalf-African ErasmusPeace to Light MagicPeace to lightnessYeah, shout out my Palm PixieBig shouts to um, my dad's bluetooth[Outro - Kool A.D.]Y'all, and just a public service announcement: Every time you get those rings on your six pack, you gotta cut 'em up so a dolphin doesn't die, man. You gotta do this for the earth now, man. We're trying to really do this for the earth now. Aight, peace From Letras Mania