Das Racist - Hahahaha jk? lyrics

[Intro] ("Like sands through the hourgla**, so are the days of our lives...") --Take that out --That's my chain --Talk sh** at this part? About how, like, "The woooooorrrrrllllld didn't see it coming!" --This is my chain. Gonna do that. This is fresh, right? --"You don't knooooow!" [Hook] We're not joking Just joking We are joking Just joking We're not joking [Verse 1 - Heems] I'm so wild they call me Four Lokos So loco, puede... do it for coco Puff like cocoa, til I'm crisp like Coco Bonobo Iced tea plus coco Sunoco flow, no Pinocchio, no BP Just beat me Meet me where I beat beats, drop street heat I'm on the block like street meat Call me Dwight Schrute the way that I eat beats No beet farm, just pharm beats, smarmy A motherf**er try to harm me, eh? I scrap happily Smack a little scrappy-type dude for free Not for a fee, a Rockfort tee Or maybe just a cup of tea, had enough of me? I'm just beginning! Finna be a minute 'fore the fat lady singin' I'm swimmin', I'm crazy, I'm wavy pipeline Rappers lack flow, now they're trying to bite mine Need like three life lines Three wives, three lines of Vic Or white, a night to get hype Three types of Nikes My four sides is spiked My Florsheims is tight Your punchlines is light The days of our lives, plus the nights Catch me on the corner drunk and puking Crazy stupid, Sami and Lucas! (That's a reference to the soap opera Days of Our Lives, even though I was a bigger General Hospital fan growing up) [Hook] [Verse 2 - Kool AD] Yeah, see, quit smilin' and shut your silly traps "These zooted brown weirdos is wildin'... but they can really rap!" They saw the cover of the tape, figured it's pretty wack Later on eventually admitted that it's pretty crack Snatched the beer can out your hand like "Gimme that!" I'm all up in the freezer at your crib like, "Where your Jim B at?" (sniffs) Couple dubbies in the swisher, dougies, and spare me that Titty fat, jimmy hat, gimme that Similac Chug it, cut it, print it! I think it's finished but really black Run it back, tell me if you're feeling that Ahem, wait a minute like Ray-J My work is my play-play Every day pay day Meet me at the mall it's going down--May Day Get it? Joke's not the mall, the may say The joke's not "meses," vajayjays Hey hey, they say they wanna have my kids like Bebe No way way, no, bebe, that's eighteen years like 'Ye say Too much to pay-pay Sweatin' me like Sheneneh She say she gave me melee three-way-way [Hook] [Heems] You puff herb? Dawg, I smoke weed too You chief cheeba? Ay yo, dawg, me too! [Kool AD] Yo me, too? You like weed, dude? Me too! You like smokin' weed? I see you! [Heems] These rappers wack as the movie Wackness They saccharine, but they not Equal! Ohhhhh! [Kool AD] Oh no, called a cousin Sweet and Low, dude Crossover numbers for brothas and white demons, too [Heems] We not racist, we love white people! Ford trucks, apple pies! Bald eagles [Kool AD] Yeah, Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, Pringles, Kraft Singles, Slim Jims, Sierra Mist! [Heems] bu*ter crunch cookies, Sour Patch Kids! The block is like a mattress in the hood I'm flippin' on it! [Kool AD] Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress Over-30 actress -- Bulova, Cau, Dalier, Chapstick... uh [Hook] Heh? [Fade out]