[Verse 1]

People say, "Who's that motherf*cker with the Glock?"

And I say, "Bang-bang!"

Sanjeev is back, back from Space India

F*cking with a goat named Sheila

She chewed on my a** like grass

Whipped out my non-proportional cock

And shot that b*tch goat and wore her, now she's my coat

I keep shooting goats

[Verse 2]

I keep shooting goats like my father shoot my dreams

I don't mean to make a scene

But Sanjeev is not what he seems

I take one look at my life and pull out my Glock and my knife

I chop it up, as you Americans say

All these b*tches in dismay

I f*cking hate these hoes

I only love these goats

These hoes are like my brother Ranjeet

F*ck those hoes and f*ck Ranjeet!

My Glock is like my tool

It's like when I have Abdul write my sh*t

Because I have my Glock in his mouth

Forget I said that, Sanjeev writes his sh*t

[Chorus]

My Glock, my Glock

It guards my rupies, it guards my groupies

But it can't guard my heart

But I don't care because I'm top of charts

[Verse 3]

Listen, please f*cking listen

You see, I go back to homeland but it's more like a boneland

We be f*cking goats? My clan

I was the man, I had a store full of these grand Glocks

All of us with grand cocks

You think Sanjeev gets all the b*tches?

Trust me, he does

But Sanjeev wants more, cuz

I'm an international Space Indian rap star

Even with all my clubs, cars, b*tches, and bars

I get lonely, no real homies, no Uncle Tony

Only all these phonies

Someone please hold me

My mother never did, not even once

I don't even kid, I went and hid

After the age of seven, I thought I was going to Hindu heaven

Then I heard of Hindu hell, and so I went to the wishing well

And saw this goat

Hindu God is that you?

[Pre-Chorus]

Yes, Sanjeev motherf*cker

Listen, what I want you to do is to take this Glock and go to America

Load up on indica

Take the b*tches under the sheets

Slaughter your enemies, make them weep

Then make your sick beats to earn your keep

[Chorus]