Lyrics: Das Racist. Swate.

[Heems]
I'm moving up from below
Me? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-mies
We all about the dough, please!
Swate! Getting love from the O-G's
Hindu kush by the O-Z
No problem with the po-lice
Swate!

[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 the disease
Man, I'm mean man
I let the bitch hair out
2nd-best rapper with bitch hair out
I'm like a Jesus freak
I don't even need to speak
Little "squeak squeak cheep cheep
Feed me!" Macaroni pictures
Unholy matrimony scriptures
Corpse bride; alimony lip-service
Sick circus: insane monkey
Jewfro body-bone-blood-mucus hierarchy
Keep the seat, baby lookalike party
Frost-Nixon and Mel Gibson ascot tied
Ask God why Mary got me
Got dick chimichangas hot sip
Top whip blow fast slime
Shit, you go Heems, it's your dream
We Greed team, we fiend cream
The lean mean machine in my mean Beem
Doctor in my smock...Ock!...Ock!

[Heems]
I'm moving up from below
Me? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-mies
We all about the dough, please!
Swate! Getting love from the O-G's
Hindu kush by the O-Z
No problem with the po-lice
Swate!

[Heems]
Yo, check it out:
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 sess 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 lamp and I'm poppin right now
They like "Ayo, stop this damn guy!"
But our shows are sold to Shanghai
Mad fly: nauseous, raucous
Walk it how I talk it, awkward but I'm awesome
This is on the top and the bottom of the loft, son
I'm living single, it's a Nineties world
Catch me in a bar with like 90 girls
40 Sinclairs, 20 Latifah-Khadijah types, 30 Maxines that'll probably freak tonight
This rap shit is nothing for me
Just another way to be stunting for free
And give back to burn blunts with my G's
Must be some trees, dumplings & cheese
Something for when they come
Mumbling, humbling, "free"
Freeze, spitting with my mittens disease
Heems from Queens like Chris & Keens
They hopping on one leg barking for me
I'mma start and they're sparkin' the tree
Marchin' with me, Al Sharpton at three
Martians with cheese, ???? aspartame to see 'em
Starting to see, parting with
Such sweet sorrow! Such sorrow!
Now bring it back like it's borrowed
Bring it back like it's borrowed

[Heems}
I'm moving up from below
Me? I'm gettin' guap with my ho-mies
We all about the dough, please!
Swate! Getting love from the O-G's
Hindu kush by the O-Z
No problem with the po-lice
Swate!

[Kool A.D.]
Fresh new SuperCut
Lex, you the best out now with bitch hair
Greedhead this year!
Scott Bakula, elliptical sliding
Barbie's too ghetto, I am too mellow
Shout out Sweaty Eddie, drop out the military
All of my people, black, white, Latino
Slave-owning white man said we were all equal
Model minority said "Don't be evil"
Heathrow said we were illegal
Mr. mean Negro like finito on the beat though
Chico Marx, the ego, Zizek's too sexy
Right Said Fred, he's Alexi
KFC Original Recipe is demonology
Gucc boots and wallabies 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 - Kool A.D.]
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. You gotta do this for the earth now, man. We're trying to really do this for the earth now. Aight, peace