Happy Rappy

[Intro] Yeah... ah... oh, shit!

Das Racist!

Ha! That's ridiculous! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

Get that guap, get that money

Meathead, street cred

Weed edge,

Greedhead [Kool AD]

Young child's

Ponzi Waka

Flocka Fonzie

Sippin' Dom

P, don glassage on

Africa Buddhist suit, they write down my

Agatha Christie mysteries

Officer Rick

Ross, gold chain

Mr. T's Open every cell without a cuss(?) selling

Acuras, it's a commercial

Room full of

Draculas, big commercial

Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more?

Paid for Rushmore,

Larry Johnson,

Fred the Godson

Terry ___, ___,

Dodge Durango

Rango, Johnny

Depp and Eric

Bay reppin' it

Alameda, don't step in it

Used to stay there, now

I stay where young

Icarus went to daycare

Hey, there!

All you little kids better play fair! [Heems]

Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid!

One day I'll roll up and be like "What up, kid? I'm fitter, happier, more productive!"

Until then

I lay home and bump this "Loveless"

Yeah, that's

My Bloody

Valentine

Forty — cracker, don't call it

My Bloody

Valentine

Call it my bloody country club

Hindu thuggee come from blood

Won't stop yellin' 'til

I'm comfortable

Tumblr full, wonderful

Keep it 100,

I'mma die, like, 10 times

Be the first to run if

I hear some lead fly

Same by the

Bed-Stuy(?)

Stack chips with the

Vegas I'll kill 'em with the –

I'll kill 'em with the – [Outro -- repeat and fade out]

Hello, yes, it's happy rappy!

This is what you're hearing right now, actually