Happy Rappy

Yeah, ah, oh, shit! Das Racist! Ha! That's ridiculous! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty Get that guap, get that money Meathead, street cred Weed edge, Greedhead Young Charles Ponzi Waka Flocka Fonzie Sippin' Dom P, don glassage on Africa Buddhist zooted, they write down my Agatha Christie mysteries Officer Rick Ross, gold chain Mr. T's Open every cell at Attica, sellin' Acuras, it's a commercial Room full of Draculas, big commercial Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more? Paid for Rushmore, Larry Johnson, the best first godson Terry cloth Kangol, ____, go piss on Dodge Durango Rango, Johnny Depp in it, Bay reppin' it Alameda, don't step in it Used to stay there, now I stay where young Icarus went to daycare Hey, there! All you little kids better play fair! Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid! One day I'll roll up and be like "What up, kid? I'm fitter, happier, more productive!" Until then I lay home and bump this "Loveless" Yeah, that's My Bloody Valentine Forty cracker, don't call it My Bloody Balentine Call it my bloody country club Hindu thuggee come from blood Won't stop yellin' 'til I'm comfortable Tumblr full, wonderful Keep it one hundred, I'mma die, like, ten times Be the first to run if I hear some lead fly Same by the Bed-Stuy(?) Stack chips with the Vegas I'll kill 'em with the I'll kill 'em with the Hello, yes, it's happy rappy! This is what you're hearing right now, actually --- Happy Rappy - Das Racist