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