(Whadda Whadda Whadda
Sit Down, Man!
Sha-leik! DR
Whatitat Whatitat Whatitat
Time to do a rap)

Hello young cocoa butter, who is you?
White people love me like they love [bad word] Rolling with the super crew, Something like Scooby-Doo
My eyes droopy? Mommy that's what doobies do
Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani
Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be
Das Racist on a roll like wasabi
I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi
More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani
And Anil Ambani, yeah that's real Armani
Yeah that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven
You call it "bro-in down", I call it "lampin"
I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp man
That's in Queens like MC Cool Fashion
You can Google that, eat down with beat nuts
We got the net wet trying to get the street buck
See Dap, that's my [bad word] mans and [bad word] White boy wasted, lemme write a stanza quick
Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and [bad word] Haters mad cause they got Costanza [bad word] You know, like the show, Seinfeld?
Michael Richards made my [bad word] mind melt
Copper bundle the Rapunzel
Do what thugs do we just hustle
LATM, BBT, MTV, BET
They called us joke rap
We kinda weed rap
We just like rap
We don't even need rap
Could get a real job, only rap weakly
I don't need rap, told you, rap need me!
Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki
Your girl's t means she wanna get freaky
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Hit it in the shower cause it's hot as [bad word] My fans broken, I don't got an AC
Say I got potential, but the kid lazy

[Victor]
Stock is rising wait don't scalp the tickets yet
Older white women say I'm very articulate
Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati
If they tryna gauge if I'm tame enough to be [bad word] pet
I'm watching Gandhi til I'm charged and eating banh mi
Like they was Cars and I was Blondie
We are not the same I'm Alf swinging a salami
At any prom queens that want me
Probably even Nikki Minaj would massage me
If I got a fade into my beard like I was John Nice
Finna eat more rice than Condi
Nasty
See me grace the pages of your favorite Conde Nast Publication
They asked me all about my views on relations of races
And cut out the radical [bad word] for space
That's racist
I’m in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises
That curl [bad word] man into fetuses
Nietszche told me that the nostril's where the genius is
Bossy just saucing like its falafel where my [bad word] is
Soap 'em with Falafel like O'Reilly thought a Loofah was
Hitting they chalupa up
First I get real smart, (sniff) and then I stupid up
Drop it and scoop it up, haters is dookie butts
Groupies is cooky, nuts
See me voice acting in Space Chimps wasted
Like my man Stanley Tucci does
I'm [bad word] blood fishes get mad at me the kid is a whale
In there like a triple-battery up in the digital scale
In the kitchen with the coca-cola corporation kicking it with me
Pepsi Co. too
The kid is a Brit me, the brother's a jitney
And other's is wit me
Even if I was a tree you couldn't flip me
Don't ask what it means just kiss me
Chick please, Check please

[All]
You
We're rapping to you my friend
And only you
To you!
So don't ever say we never did nothing for you

[Lakutis] [bad word] Lexi — ask what the address be
Press be makin’ a face Dizzy Gillespie
Applause — Pause — hand me my ESPY
Grammy
I’m Leslie
Nielsen
You know I’m chillin’
Float like a [bad word] on sugar baby on my shoulders
7 million
Sugar babies
Float away on my good looks and charm [bad word] like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm
Release the peace keeper
Chief tabeet (?) (context says its a type/brand of shisha) shisha
Smokin’ peace pipe ride ‘em cowboy see ya!
My chuckie cheese are