Shut Up, Man Feat. El-P - Das Racist
Yes please test me
Nestle chocolate mix con leche
Isabelle allende no comprender
Fight niggas with djembes
White b**ches with hair spray
Which way did he go slim jim tempe
Or henny or penny lane or feather brain
Cheddar cane leather interior range
Inferior timothy leary estranged
Theories are nearly insane bleary eyed beardies
Whose gained sheerly by years of the same fears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in the chain
And weird to the ears of the lame squares
Of the gear and chain set who
Perusing their tame losers approvingly
Name truthers to losers of games blibbity blibbity blop
Hideous all bark no bite
Mama said don't fight
Papa say yeah right
Sister in the dark with a flashlight
I'm walking through the park in the lamp light
I'm a shark on the lamb with the land mines
Darts in the damn eye of the bull
The mouth is the eyes of the soul
The soul is the a** of the brain
The brain is the back of the train
Back of the bus acting and such
Crack discuss
Act with us or
Pack it up or
Slice the price to twice as nice and jack it up
Who gives a f**k what I'm talking bout walk it out
Knock 'em out the spot let me talk it out
Do the wop baseball bat all that
Fall back give a f**k about what you wanna call that
New school terror squad
Tarragon terror Gods
Little white bumps on gold keys
People act like they know me
Finna go back to the old me
People act like they know me
They say I act white but sound black
But act black but sound white
But what's my sound bite supposed to sound like
I think I sound aight
I sound tight
Ayo don't worry 'bout how I sound alright
Wanna make enough to send to cousins in the motherland
And planned parenthood at home which is my other land
Confused
Wish I had a hovercraft to crash I'd love that man
My brother man said I could cop one for a hundred grand
A hundred grand is all I need
A hundred is enough for me
Enough for me to twist some w**d
Make some funnies with my g's
Some more money with my g's
Half a million in rupees
Ya'll know heems
I ain't bougie dig my dookie if you feel like poopie
Addicted like kookie to p**sy do something to me
Yo my man
You ain't funny you Robin Williams you got me all mad
If you doubt I spit fire you probably a drag
Mrs doubtfire you probably all sad
Probably wack like affleck in hollywoodland
I probably would land
On American bandstand
If I was from back then and not a tan man
It's Himanshu who could it be
In that red budweiser hat who but me
White dad swag my seeds change the world
Don't have kids you're not that ill
Too much greed in the world
You can see hilarity ensue
Polarity rule truth
The street meat feed youth
The boogie men bend rules
Elite scene double breast monocle men move
When backroom blood boils the ink dries quite smooth
Dim lights might prove to bend eyesights oooh
Eyelines obscured skyline's removed
I'm fine and you
Fine like sinew
In arm outstretched
Inject in you
The flash mob holds hands chants we want food
Cargo bay loads the drones just hit mach 2
Burner hatch opens the drone stops drops two
Like Kumbaya b**ches you flash us flash you
F**k us f**k that
Burn air vaccuum
Now there's a hot flash for that a** babe achtung
Yeah I stay guerilla mouth pouncing the block true
Come on it's the way of things relax act cool
No habla inglés only hobble break disgrace
Kick punch run pause piss repeat delete trace
No option to talk it out no route labeled escape
Flame your fuzzy friend crunchy plus cuddle with hate
El-product plucking the little wings off your fly sh*t
Ants under the magnifier fry quick
Pinning back eyelids
Gaze upon the God that has subjected us
My whole squad's federal reserve no checking us
