This song is dedicated to a certain kind of peopleWhich just so happens to be my favorite kind of people

You know, the ones that, you knowYou standing next to them and thenAll of sudden it gets darkI mean, you know, your best friend isYou know what I’m sayin’, right?

Black peopleI’ma steal your shoesYou better hide your walletCause I’ma take that tooBlack peopleHey

Black peopleOne big familyWith a really big bucketOf KFCBlack people(Seriously, like all of us are related)

I ran into an old amigo named Juan LuisThe Mexican called me AppleCause we both hang from treesNow I, I kinda took that in a joking wayBut was he talking ’bout monkeys or the KKK?

We don’t get sunburnt, just ashy kneesAnd we don’t chew tobaccoBut we will smoke weedPuff, puff, pass like the train that couldAnd we can’t spell neighborSo we call it the hood

And most of us will dieWith our finger on the triggerI guess that’s why they say I’m just a filthy little Spear chucking, chicken eating, melon suckingLone fetus, weed smoking, long penisYou get the picture

They tried to keep us out the White House againBut just like all white houses, one of us broke in

And welfare and diapers is all we gotIf you don’t wear my favorite colorThen you might get shot(My favorite color is purple, by the way)

A black woman came to me to bash my songI told her: All blacks are DemocratsNow prove me wrong

Black peopleI’ma steal your shoesYou better hide your walletCause I’ma take that tooBlack peopleHey

Black PeopleOne big familyWith a really big bucketOf KFCBlack people(And it doesn’t have to be KFC, we like Popeye’s biscuits too)

Hey, heyWhat’s a black song without any rap in it, right?Yo, check It, uhh, yo, yo, yoIt always starts out that way, right?Yo!

Now, there’s a line between discriminating and not in different placesYou are if you use the N word, but if you’re black then you’re not racistI mean, well, I guess you can, just not around your black friendsYou’ll get jumped by every cousin, including the one behind that trash can

Now, let me tell you a story, back before America was stolenThere were two tribes of black people, the Indians and the Po’ OnesThe Indians were like caramel, the Po One’s were like sharpiesI guess that’s why they call them Pilgrims, and why they call us Darkies

The Indians had all the horses, land, turkeys, the geniusesThe Po One’s killed their horses, took their hair and their penisesBut uh, there’s not really a moral to this story thoughExcept that we will steal your goodies, and that is how the story goes

Black peopleI’ma steal your shoesYou better hide your walletCause I’ma take that tooBlack peopleHey

Black PeopleOne big familyWith a really big bucketOf KFCBlack people

Black PeopleSince ’72Going broke making cheap carsTaller than youBlack people(Ok, you gotta admitWe do have some nice rims though, right?)

Black peopleFront Porch monkeyWith a blunt and a bananaOoo aaa, eee eee!Black people

Hey, hey!

(This is probably the most racist song I’ve ever writtenBut if you laughed, you’re racist tooSo I don’t feel badBesides, it’s not racist if I’m black)