Part two it's a giraffe again
It has these bitches trembling
It walks up in its timberlands
Running out of synonyms
Fuck beef eat lean
Make your pictures bunch of memes
Make your grandma cook some greens
Crack head say they're dope feans
Switch lanes and the car goes crazy
White boy made me have his baby
Hookah feans cause we be blazing
Ghetto life is so amazing
Tell me how us "niggers" feel
As the third wheel
In a social sec
Excuse us while we loose respect
And show our ass on worldstar.net
But that website is for a section
Of the ghetto minded individual injection
Posing poison intersections
Politicking our elections
Nymphomatic sick vexation
We grabbed a little bit of this true inflation
Just to make cool conversation
We don't need your vaccinations
And don't want your education
That's half truth, a pack of lies
Like what McDonald's tries to call their fries
Louder than all baby cries
And what your dog sounded like
When I kicked it down your block
In your million dollar neighborhood
With my twenty dollar watch
Catch me in the stranger hood where we call all watch clocks
Johnson&Johnson family have no fear
Black Santa is here with a sad new year
Like Jesus crucified cried a single tear
Christopher Colombus walked up in your house and found all your beers
Then picked up your rifle and shot all your dears
A slave to your ears that's crystal clear
Cause you're still listening to this shit right here
Cause the beat that dropped was bumping hard
Now you're bobbing your head like a fucking retard
You my bitch right now I just stole your V-Card
V for valentine like the C for K-mart.
