Das Racist - Swate lyrics

[Hook: Heems] I'm moving up from baloney I'm gettin' guap with my homies We all about the dough, please! Swate Getting love from the OG's Hindu kush by the o.z You never caught me with no phonies Swate [Verse 1: Lakutis] Asleep in your chimney, giggle in the darkness Doll that I made from the hair in your armpits Cut it while you sleeping, staring at you while you eating Creeping out your cousins at the baby shower talking about My crystal figurine collection, correction Cross-section of a disease man, I'm mean man I let the b**h hair out Second best rapper with b**h hair out I let the Jesus freak, I don't even need to speak Real "squeak squeak cheep cheep feed me!" Macaroni pictures, unholy matrimony scriptures Corpse bride, alimony lip-service Sick circus, insane monkey Jewfro body-blood-bone-mucus hierarchy Keak da Sneak baby look-alike party Frost/Nixon Mel Gibson ascot tie Ask God why Mary got me Got dick chimichangas hot sip Top whip blow fast, slime sh**, you go Heems, it's your dream We Greed team, we fiend cream The lean bean mean machine in my mean Beem Doctor in my smock...Ock!...Ock! [Hook] [Verse 2: Heems] Shall I begin, let me begin I will begin, so let's begin They like, Heems, you should rap in earnest But honestly, I'd rather burn cess and watch Ernest Goes to Jail, Goes to Camp or even To The Army Got a sense of humor so they say the kid's smarmy I eat Cracker Jacks, bump Ratatat Give dap a dap, smack a cracker back to his habitat Chief cheeba for my cataracts matter of fact I drop real facts, call me Snapple caps And I eat what I like, like Apple Jacks Creep in the night, streets with a pipe Skeet when I pipe, in the sheets with your wife Chief with the whites on the beach til it's night Out near a very pretty lighthouse Got a bright mouth and I'm poppin' right now They like "Ayo, stop this damn guy!" But our shows from Seoul to Shanghai Mad fly, nauseous, raucous Walk it how I talk it, awkward but I'm awesome This is not a tie, don't abide by the law, son I'm living single, it's a nineties world Catch me in a bar with like ninety girls 40 Synclaires, 20 Latifah Khadijah types 30 Maxines that'll probably probably freak tonight This rap sh** is nothing for me Just another way to be stunting for free And get buck from burnt blunts with my G's Blunts with some trees, dumplings & cheese Something for one king, mumbling, humbling, freeze Kitten smitten with my mittens disease Heems from Queens like Prince Akeem They hopping on one leg barking for me I'm a Spartan at sparking the tree Marching with me, Al Sharpton and three Martians with Jesus parting the sea I'm starting to see, parting is sweet Such sweet sorrow, such sorrow Now bring it back like it's borrowed Bring it back like it's borrowed [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool AD] Fresh new SuperCut Lex, you the best out now with b**h hair Greedhead this year! Scott Bakula, elliptical sliding Bard is too ghetto, I am too Leto Shout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out the military All of my people, black, white, Latino Slave-owning white men said we were all equal Model minority said "Don't be evil" Heathrow said we were illegal Mr. mean Negro Mike Finito on the beat though Chico Marx, the ego, Zizek's too s**y Right Said Fred, he's Alexi KFC Original Recipe is demonology Gucc boots and Wallabees is modern-day pottery Only crackers win the lottery Hackers is a quality film shot at Stuyvesant High School Am I cool? a young SFJ Writing haikus, ordering Thai food, watching Hulu, new YouTube Smooch a dude who's with the "you do you" crew "True, true, true, true" Baby guap goo goo, ga ga, Go-go gadget, cabbage Half-African Erasmus Peace to Light Magic Peace to lightness Yeah, shout out my Palm Pixie Big shouts to um, my dad's Bluetooth [Outro] Y'all, and just a public service announcement: Every time you get those rings on your six pack, you gotta cut 'em up so a dolphin doesn't die, man. Seagulls get stuck in that sh**, you know? You gotta do this for the Earth now, man. We're trying to really do this for the Earth now. Aight, peace