Chorus: Boots (repeat 2X)
It ain't Indonesia, China White
Purple-Haired Thai, Big H Delight
Take my shit we gon' have to fight
I'm always rollin' dirty so be actin' right
[Boots]
I'm bombing uppercut swipes as my knuckles ignire
More strikes than a teachin' staff's fight for pay hikes
Like cleats wit' spikes I clings to my turf tight
Get, low like a Smurf might earth is my birthright
You salivate at the sound of the bell
I come sick and make your lymph nodes swekk
Nickel-plated teeth and tongue as well so you can tell
when I'm shootin' off my mouth the politicians start to bail
When I shoot, Fuhrman scoot I'm yellin', "Gimme all the loot!"
Bourgeoise pimpin' me now my digits don't compute
Chillin' in a house of ill repute
But is you wearin' canvasols or purple-pinstripe suits?
Fact of earth and comets: macroeconomics
Yak until you vomit, or come up on a lick
Sweat oozin' my skin just to get another fin'
Changed my name to Valerie so I can get WIC
Savage Storm Troopers be less than seducive
Jailtime producin', silly Lilliputians!
This Gulliver, come equipped with a fo'-fo'
and twelve comrades in a box Chev' fo' do'
Skirtin' down the strip with a mission to render
And we don't give a fuck if we missin a fender
Mix it in a blender, you ain't home return to sender
Can't be saved by cokenders or a public defender
This ain't no macrobiotic chemical colonic
This politicalsymphoniclyricalnarcotic
Somethin' much mo' potent that we plotted
Come and get some, if you ain't got it
Chorus
[Boots]
Ex-ex-ex-ex-ex-exhilirating!
I accuse you of NIGGA-hating!
