We raiders of the lost ark
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Mr. underdog and this is not a bark
Using blacks of course was of wide appeal
You poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
Rollin' down the four o five
Of the book of your life
Of being of always getting wired
Just got up and screamed, fuck the world
Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
No cadillac, no perms, you can't see
Thoughts of immortality
Top of my pile of bodies
I say "stay", she wanna leave
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