This is a song about "Masala indian"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Slice your neck until your face turn indian red,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead