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