[Intro] Yeah... ah... oh, shit! 
Das Racist! 
Ha! That's ridiculous! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 
Get that guap, get that money 
Meathead, street cred 
Weed edge, 
Greedhead [Kool AD] 
Young child's 
Ponzi Waka 
Flocka Fonzie 
Sippin' Dom 
P, don glassage on 
Africa Buddhist suit, they write down my 
Agatha Christie mysteries 
Officer Rick 
Ross, gold chain 
Mr. T's Open every cell without a cuss(?) selling 
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, 
Fred the Godson 
Terry ___, ___, 
Dodge Durango 
Rango, Johnny 
Depp and Eric 
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! [Heems] 
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 
Valentine 
Call it my bloody country club 
Hindu thuggee come from blood 
Won't stop yellin' 'til 
I'm comfortable 
Tumblr full, wonderful 
Keep it 100, 
I'mma die, like, 10 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 – [Outro -- repeat and fade out] 
Hello, yes, it's happy rappy! 
This is what you're hearing right now, actually