White Guys Can Rap: TWO!

-One, two, three, four Pumpin' out the stanzas I'm healthily crazy So call me bananas I love my pajama Extravaganza I wear 'em all day 'Cause I don't have any plan, duh You might think I'm random Ugly, nerdy, and dumb I can hear the haters sayin' -How can you even stand 'em? -I'm having damn fun Whenever I jam some Haters say I'm no one So this is what I hand 'em They tell me rapping is not a good idea They say I'm whiter Than a soft quesadilla But that don't mean I Can't go on with my song And I'll keep on pullin' through Makin' music for you So you see that it's true White guys can rap too I'm up in my Mustang Shift the gear into first Engine roaring load 'Cause I took out the muffler Makes me look tougher As I drive (???) So, when a hater speaks I'm like, shut up motherf... Uhh...could you guys be quiet, please? Check out my rims They're as cool as my rhymes Gas prices don't concern me 'Cause I'm loading with dimes Though I lack some muscle I'm overloaded with cash I'm so flat that Donald Trump Would've promoted my ass But that comes last I love my family too -Well, hey there, Christian Let's go jamming with you (record stops) -So, I'm rocking the beach While I'm walking the beach All my homies gather here To hear me talking the speech -Whoa, bro So what advice can you advise to me -I learn my way from languages Composition AP At my graduation I was forting a stoll -What color was it, man? -Was it green? -It was gold And I got it 'Cause I'm so sophisticated and bold -Well, I think you're a fag. -Hey, eat my corn...(beep) They tell me rapping is not a good idea They say I'm whiter Than a soft quesadilla But that don't mean I Can't go on with my song And I'll keep on pullin' through Makin' music for you So you see that it's true White guys can rap too Some call me vanilla Others call me a cracker I'm whipped by my girlfriend So I wouldn't dare smack her I don't need a gun I'm a verbal attacker And that's why I'm such A great white-ass rapper My home life is awesome But my daddy's selling drugs Because he's a town pharmacist What a thug And don't get me playin' Halo 3 I got a clan see And will drop tea bags on thee My mommy Heard me rapping and caught me She told me that my style Wasn't what she had taught me She bought me a Mac for school Not for rap Now she says -Son of mine, I won't stand for this crap. -But I know where it's at, Mom I do it in class, Mom I don't think she's ever Gonna fall for that one -I can argue day and night -But I'm gonna win this fight Because I can rap too Even though my skin is white They tell me rapping is not a good idea They say I'm whiter Than a soft quesadilla But that don't mean I Can't go on with my song And I'll keep on pullin' through Makin' music for you So you see that it's true White guys can rap too Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Keep pullin' through Makin' music for you So you see that it's true White guys can rap too Captioned by SpongeSebastian for CaptVids.com -That wasn't recording. -Damn. -Do that again. -Roger, Roger, Echo 419. We've got a hot dog on Sector 42. Over and out.