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This song is dedicated to a certain kind of people
Which just so happens to be my favourite kind of people
You know, the ones that, you know, you're standing next to them
And it, all of a sudden it gets dark?
I mean, I mean, you know, your, your best friend is
You know what i'm saying, right?
Yeah
Black people
I'ma steal your shoes
You better hide your wallet
'Cause I'ma take that too
Black people
Hey
Black people
One big family
With a really big bucket of KFC
Black people
(Seriously, like all of us are related)
I ran into an old amigo named Juan Luis
The Mexican called me "Apple" cause we both hang from trees
Now I, I kinda took that in a joking way
But was he talking 'bout monkeys or the KKK?
We don't get sunburnt, just ashy knees
And we don't chew tobacco
But we will smoke weed
Puff, puff, pass like the train that could
And we can't spell "neighbor", so we call it "the hood"
And most of us will die with our finger on the trigger
I guess that's why they say I'm just a filthy little spear chucking
Chicken eating, melon sucking, lone fetus, weed smoking, long penis
Well, you get the picture
They tried to keep us out the White House again
But just like all white houses, one of us broke in
And welfare and diapers is all we got
If you don't wear my favorite color then you might get shot
(My favorite color is purple, by the way)
A black woman came to me to bash my song
I told her all Blacks are Democrat, now, prove me wrong
Black people
I'ma steal your shoes
You better hide your wallet
Cause I'ma take that too
Black people
Hey
Black people
One big family
With a really big bucket of KFC
Black people
(And it doesn't have to be KFC, we like Popeyes biscuits too)
Hey, hey (hey)
What's a black song without any rap in it, right?
Yo, check it, uh, yo, yo, yo
It always starts off that way, right?
Yo
Now, there's a line between discriminating and not in different places
You are if you use the N word, but if you're black then you're not racist
I mean, well, I guess you can
Just not around your black friends
You'll get jumped by every cousin
Including the one behind that trash can
Now, let me tell you a story back before America was stolen
There were two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po' ones
The Indians were like caramel, the Po' ones were like sharpies
I guess that's why they call them pilgrims, and why they call us darkies
The Indians had all the horses, land, turkeys, the dinguses
The Po' ones killed their horses, took their hair and their penises
But uh, there's not really a moral to this story though
Except that we will steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes
Black people
I'ma steal your shoes
You better hide your wallet
Cause I'ma take that too
Black people
Hey
Black people
One big family
With a really big bucket of KFC
Black people
Black people
Since '72
Going broke, making cheap cars
Taller than you
Black people
(Ok you gotta admit, we do have some nice rims though, right?)
Black people
Front porch monkey
With a blunt and a banana
Ooo aa ee eee
Black people
(So live)
Hey, hey (hey)
This is probably the most racist song I've ever written
But if you laughed, you're racist too
So i don't feel bad
Besides
It's not racist if i'm black