Amateur Night At Nunu’s, Pt. 2

[Intro]
Yeah so, uh the Gulf War
Who won that anyway, Tiger Woods?
Alright, here we go

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. Postman
I am Rap Caviar
Serve me with toast, fam
Osama and Kandahar
I'm about to blow up
On the coast where the
Gang signs go up
And every Friday night
All these white girls throw up
Nose all snowed up

Yeah so my wife and I
We waited to have sex
Until we got married
We’re huge procrastinators

[Verse 2]
I told the gang
Meet at 7 in the lobby
Flow raw
Served with sake bomb
Ginger, and wasabi
Shout out to soccer moms
That think I packed the Swami
And shoot it for the Bucks
Like Giannis in Milwaukee

Everyone's against public breastfeeding
Put a baby on a set of boobs
And it's disgusting all of a sudden
Guys are so shallow, yeah?

[Verse 3]
Uh, first time I was scared to clean my plate
But now I’m tryna put the game on the First 48
Forget San Andreas, I'mma make 'em shake
Kid-friendly, and I still cook 'em
I'm the Easy-Bake

[Outro]
People hear you're Nigerian
And they have an African story
Like my neighbor's like
"Oh Nigeria, huh?
Well, my mechanic, his wife is from Egypt
So... Africa."
What does that have to do with?
All right, goodnight