Rapping 2 U - Das Racist, Heems

Whaddup, whaddup, whaddup?

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 Subarus

Rolling with the super crew, something like Scooby-Doo

My eyes droopy?

Mami 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, he’s down with the Beatnuts

We got the net wet tryna get the street buck

See Dap, that’s my fucking mans and shit

White boy wasted, let me write a stanza quick

Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit

Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks

You know, like the show, Seinfeld

Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt

Cop a bundle of 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 weekly

I don’t need rap, told you, rap need me

Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki

Your girl’s sext means she wanna get freaky

She beeped me, meet me at twelve

Hit it in the shower cause it’s hot as hell

My fans broken, I don’t got an AC

Say I got potential, but the kid lazy

Stock is rising wait don’t scalp the tickets yet

Older white women say I’m very articulate

Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati

Yet, they’re tryna gauge if I’m tame enough to be their commie 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 Nicki Minaj would massage me

If I got a fade and trim my beard like I was John B

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 shit for space, that’s racist

I’m in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises

That curl the common man into fetuses

Nietzsche told me that the nostril’s where the genius is

Bossy just saucing like its falafel where my penis is

Soap 'em with Falafel like O’Reilly thought a Loofah was

Hitting they chalupa up

First I get real smart, 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 truthy blood fishes get mad at me the kid is a whale

In there like a triple-A battery up in the digital scale

In the kitchen with the coca-cola corporation kicking it with me

PepsiCo too

The kid is a Brit, me, the brother’s a jitney

And other’s is with 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

You, we’re rapping to you, my friend and only you

To you

So don’t ever say we never did nothing for you

Sexy 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 butterfly come on sugar baby

On my shoulders, 7 million, sugar babies

Float away on my good looks and charm

Dick like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm

Release the peacekeeper, chief the peach shisha

Smokin' peace pipe ride ‘em cowboy

see ya!

My Chuck E. Cheese are bucks

My EBTs are cardies, my 18 wheelers trucks

Call up my Nelly parties

Call up my deli starving

What you mean my money no good here

Why, because I made it?

Bitch, you know I made it

Shit

You, we’re rapping to you, my friend and only you

To you

So don’t ever say we never did nothing for you