Hyphy Ballad

Nineteen-ninety something and the party is jumping Haters mean-mugging like they carved in a pumpkin Trick or treat, the stupidest Spic kicking is sweet Make a(bacon?) ritualistic trick for the idiot kids to get lit with A little trinket take a little sip of the drink It's not what you think, it'll shrink you Cake'll remake you, now the wonderland is devil fakery Take two Little Drake cakes from the bakery and call me in the morning Alonzo gonzo journalist eternalist(?) Serving this stupid ass shit from the Hornets to the Jersey Nets Shouts to Nardwuar, the Human Serviette Shout out to BASIF, see me swirly as swirly get Puff a loose leaf cigarette Rhymes like towels his or hers or Bernadette's Spurious, serious, natural mystic Kiss up on my African lipstick Rabbity rap rap, rabbity rap rap rap rap Rap rabbity rabbity rap rap rap rap Blood in my eye dog and I can't see Why can't we all just get along? Colors united like Benetton, yo If it doesn't fit, you must acquit If you don't like this song go suck a dick Alright? Let me say the rest of the rap now OK, speaking defeated slangs Forgotten every heated to heathen in Jesus chains A creature in Fila’s gray t-shirts With brown powder with laughter, and surround sound After a casual rip, but fuck it, it’s actual shit A slap on the wrist is all I would actually get From someone who understood half of this shit Anyone else could practically give two halves of a fuck Fans of this stuff probably do acid and fuck Don’t really bother to think about if it’s classic or what Find a bump while they cutting they classes and smoking they grasses And that is enough Kool A.D. and I’m rapping and stuff Doing some shit, fucking around Eating some food, smoking some weed, drinking some beer See me saying Hi to a girl, giving pounds to a dude Paying money for shit, hanging out with some people Drinking a drink at a hotel, writing a rap on a smart phone on an airplane Ayo I know it’s not fair mayne No one really said it was a fair game Booty in the air, dang, it’s like I’m riding for freedom White people like what I read them I’m calm as alopecia but deeper than a jeep full of people Fly like a lesbian seagull, high up at Wesleyan, regal Mind isn’t everything, people assign(?) it to everyone Equal lines of amphetamines, Deebo(?) prime is unsettling We know why is it getting me cheetos? I don’t know, check if it’s legal Zydeco sprechen sie Cheedle I don’t what that last part meant, it just rhymed, OK? Yo young crossword, see me in the Lost World, Bieber holocaust Girl clans got the soft pearl, fuck that, fuck what it means I’m a boss, Earl, Duke, Chief, Prince, King, whatever you think, geez Leave me alone or fuck with me Yo, love it and get stuck with me I’m not a killer, man, I love hippies