Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up

Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up

Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up

Yeah, uh, I pull up, I pull up

Yeah, uh

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

You can pull up on me, I can pull up on you

If I hear you actin out you know what I'll fuckin' do

I don't need a whole crew, I'm one pissed-off man

Twenty years of ear training and some ice for my hand (It hurts!)

If you live on my block, you might wanna be nervous

A daily walk could become a smackin' subscription service

And I don't even hesitate if you're a fellow musician

I'll ask you to sign both my hands and then I’ll smack you with 'em

Oh I know that look, you're tryin' to link 'cause I'm white

You'll slide up to me saying, “these people, am I right”

But don't Whisper in my ear like the Ying Yangs, (get the fuck outta here!)

We ain't on the same page the way we see things, and I won't let it hang (Nope)

Ain't no life-ending blow, just a whip and a sting

To remind you what I mean if you don't listen when I sing

So next time you violate a human trying to have a day

Better pray that 2 Mello's not one arm's length away (Pow!)

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Pull up rockin', smack a racist in the face

Jet out, and leave 'em screamin' in the place

Now I don't know who you'll become, but I can tell who you are (C’mon…)

I'll smack you into the birdshit I didn't clean off my car (that’s called strategy!)

Your family and friends tried everything short of smackin' you

If they're cheerin' in back of you, then they can get a smackin' too

If you’re bold enough to go mask off, you’re bad enough to get smacked on

You’re old enough to know better than, but you’re cold enough to keep on goin'

You’ll levitate from my left hand, get resuscitated from my right

And with all hopes you’ll be thinkin' bout what you did later that night

I’m known as Count Smackula, Smackaveli, Smack-10

After they gave me those names, I smacked them, I SMACKED THEM (Pow)

I mastered the Smack Jutsu, ate the Smack-Smack Fruit too

I can reach into a screen and smack you through YouTube (I’ll do it!)

I come straight from the heart, you come straight from hate

And if you’re threatenin' someone I ain’t gonna sit around and wait

I just smacked two cops, I’m waiting to see what the case is

Because my hands automatically smack people who are racist (Oh shit!)

I been smackin’ all over downtown

Now they wanna find me

Yeah

I been smackin’ all over downtown

Now they wanna find me

Yeah

Yeah, Last Smacktion Hero

Welcome To The Smack Parade

My favorite cereal is Honey Smacks

Imagine the Honey Smacks frog with one hand behind his back, the other hand smacking like seven people at once, that’s me

I walk around town with all their faces still stuck to my hands

Smackamari Damacy

Better pray you don’t meet me

If you’re fool enough, you know I’ll be pullin' up

Man, somebody bring me an ice bucket

Better be that good ice too

This shit’s hurtin'