Benny Lava

[Produced by Ryan Hemsworth] [Himanshu] Rap Music (Day-O) Swetshop Boys [Verse 1: Heems] Yo Himanshu with the pen, I'm killing it The white man the villain, them deny them penicillin (Why?) Syphilis experiments, death to the Tuskegee men (Why?) Somewhere in New York they say death to the squeegee men (Why?) They say stop and try to frisk I say whoa just suck my dick I ain't white but I know my rights And you full of shit I'm a big belly rude boy I'm a fat sweaty Hindu Stinky sticky icky Yeah I'm smoking on that mildew Thick black chest hair, fat gold chains Somewhere out in Trapistan flipping cocaine My cousin on the field He tend to poppy all day Hima he a fiend He friends with papi on Broadway She like, "Ain't that you with the Muslims?" You and Rizwan be movin things With your crew and them What you do with them Truants and the bluest man Yeah momma said they was the Taliban Hang around in alleys and Rally them Ain't that what they said bout the Italians? Come Mr. Tallyman Come Mr. Tallyman Come Mr. Tallyman From Ghana to Uganda you a goner I'm your father Ain't nobody hotter The devil in some Prada The pope in some Gucci Your baby wearing nada Swetshop Boys and we hot as benny lava Hot as benny lava Hot as benny lava Hot as benny lava Swetshop Boys and we hot as benny lava (Swetshop Boys and we hot as benny lava) [Hook] Swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava Hot as benny lava Hot as benny lava Hot as benny lava Swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava (Swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava) [Riz] Oh gosh Oh golly gosh Oh goodness gracious me Riz MC! [Verse 2: Riz Ahmed] Swetshop boys, tidy love Red hot joints, write too much For there ain't not choice, times are tough But my yellow cab drivers ride with us Like damn I'm home late, I light one up Smoke since I'll never be white enough And plus Bombay stock price is up Is inviting us, sayin book a flight you mug It's not a toy, it's not Rhymes-R-Us But it's made by brown boys that are tired and fucked Wheels hamsters deals wankers Kiss the grizz feel how deep our fangs are She give you a free kick But then you get Lampard And you ain't coming in no more Like you try bringing a crackhead to a man's yard Get a fresh can on a bit of rough And a cop gang and a bit of us And now I'm not praying just a little hush For the fans that PRISM who listening to us So giggle up the urban spies up And the 90s asian day timers And Prince Naseem and that Adidas tracksuit Green with white stripes, timeless As the beef from the Af-Pak border Well there's a the kid just a little bit taller Than the assault rifle he rides with Suicidal, he want a moonwalking Michael Say he got bleached out and thinking of bleed now One sparkly glove on his trigger hand As he sings Man in the Mirror and leaps out Brah, game over, we shot for the head, that's bonus points The kid holding joint with Xbox controller Who do you think flies the drones bruv? But when we on the poster, Photoshop us less darker Sow my crops, I'm the melanin farmer Swetshop Boys we hotter than benny lava [Hook]