Rucka Rucka Ali

My Korea's Over
DJ Not Nice! Back from the dry cleaners (Aww shit) Rucka Rucka Ali, Big American Rapper We the realest ninjas left in the game You no never hear shit like this We bring the bitches to the yard for barbecue eggroll Oh herro, remember me? Number 1 Korean dead Chinese Now I'm a ghost, that's all folks No more children in bed with me I take train to Pyongyongyang And I fall asleep and die from AIDS Now I go shopping with Steve Jobs And do bin Laden's dry cleaning My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I can't get a boner (It's hard for me) Say hello to my little bastard son Hello to Kim Ching-Chang Un I like dog, dog is nice 'Specially with pork fry rice I like poodle with some noodle Make sure his cooter is neutered Letras de cancionesI sorry, pitbull bit you Here's some sweet and sour Shih-Tzu Look how my people cry to me "Ah, boo-hoo, we want food!" Oh, you so hungry, you want eggroll? Don't blame me, I voted Pedro There's enough food here for me You could order some Chinee (It looks like...) My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) Why does Black guy take your (Your stuff from me) Say hello to my little bastard son Hello to Kim Ching-Chang Un Goodbye, my fellow Koreans Think of me when you poop and peein' I will watch over you Hey Phillipines! Fuck both of you! Now I kick it with Confucius Smoke some crack and slap a few tits Soon my son will drop the bomb on Vietnam Oh look! It's gone! I'm just tryna blow up China Take a steak, rape a vagina South Korea's about to see a Ground Zero meet Hiroshima My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I like banging homos (It's fun for me) Say hello to my little bastard son Hello to Kim Ching-Chang Un I may be dead But the dream of a free Chinatown lives (forever) I died from AIDS And I probably got it from some children (So you see, my son, you must be good leader American black president can't even read, probably Don't shoot me! PEARL HARBOR!) My Korea's over (That 's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I can't get a boner (It's hard for me) Say hello to my little bastard son Hello to Kim Ching-Chang Un My Korea's over (That 's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I like Asian Joe bros (Ha ha he he!) Say hello to my little bastard son Hello to Kim Ching-Chang Un (Oh, hello Michael Jackson! I no see you since we do sleepover with Gary Coleman! Let's go watch Home Alone Tokyo! We get sushi Remember my son Un? You babysit him! Now he's Dear Leader Of Korea! Goodbye, Sarah Palin, I'll never forget that night...) From Letras Mania