[Refrain: BBU] When we out with Miley Cyrus smoking a bong Please, no pictures When you see me with your moms getting it on Please, no pictures When you see us at shows making fun of White folks Please, no pictures It's Black, Brown, and Ugly and the Puerto Rican cousins Please, no pictures [Verse 1: Kool AD] Das Racist, BBU What it do What it is, more cla** than your school Last name deficit, first name cool Middle name attention See me in detention Sparking with the little Mama yes, Ms. McClarkson I think I lost my mind now it's on the milk cartons On the Dolly Partons Mommy telling me I am the man like Martin Hello, it's the martian High yellow Tarzan, big little large man With all of my fam like the bars man Fifteen dollar necklace looking ethnic More hippie groupies than Arrested Development Biddy-ba-ba-ba biddy-ba-ba-ba biddy-ba-ba-hey-ho What can I say-ya How can I say no But if you wanna book a show you got to pay dough No Playdough, solo pesos [Verse 2: BBU] It's Epic b**h What the f** you want The ba** kicking like 12 midgets in the trunk Let me out of here Chi don't dance no more, all we do is hump Go to Taco Bell and walk out eating Pizza Hut This track is fetal smut Yeah, I'm illegal what Jan Brewer (That's racist) this little cracker s*ut Got black folks saying Latinos got it rough Damn girl, even BP pa** the buck Guess after the Obama sh** you woulda had enough Gather all the Mexicans, follow all they next of kin sh**, we locking up anybody with ethnic skin I'mma stop cause my verse is irrelevant Rappers aren't intelligent (A-B-C-D-E-F) Waka Flocka Flame, we go hard in da paint biaatch [Refrain] [Verse 3: BBU] Here we go yo, here we go yo What's the scenario Get your hands high like some Cali dro And it smell like it came straight from the Valley bro Yeah I got that gutter, street-f**ing alley flow You don't want a battle yo BBU and DR got the place going HAM Like Epic said that ba** kicking so hard Call that sh** Van Damme Damn, I am the man Man, you can't understand sit down, man Head in the clouds, when will I land Lan, I don't know man I don't know man When I come down you can hand us the crown Kings of the underground RIP to Pimp C We the best to put it simply So we don't f** around, kinda like a sonic boom Street fighter, heat rider Not a flow, but a beat writer Damn why they want to stick me for my paper, man [Verse 4: Heems] It's an urban disaffected ethnic youth Headlines re-dos hoppin boot drop troop Yeah, that financial aid flow White girls dads like just say no Catch me at the crib listening to Halo I'm so excited Jessie Spano Like uh uh, you see me dude It's DR plus BBU White Boy God complex on the beat Hood Internet run these streets Young Richard Hell, old Jay-Z spacing He belong to the blank generation At the forefront of ground philosophical theory All-black Lasik, 20/20 clearly I sleep light on these shores f** with BBU cause them other cats are poor [Bridge] Please, no pictures Please, no pictures Please, no pictures Please, no pictures [Verse 5: BBU] I'mma show these f**ers how to play the race card Do the Nat Turner uh Andrew Breitbart Expose all you phonies for the way you act Wanna claim America but rock confederate flag All you motherf**ers best praise the Lord Shirley Sherrod, don't go Nidel Ha**an Go to Fox News k** you all Die motherf**er die Can't right these wrongs when I write these songs I'd rather write these songs that say f** you all Yo BBU and Das, White America's karma It's like Reaganomics meets Black Power Mix of bell hooks and Iran Contra Pulled in AIPAC shout I'll free Gaza Jackson minuteman, yo viva la raza Can't stop bringing down that high yellow drama Detroit Red comma black medical like a young Obama [Outro] Please no pictures