Collard Greens

(hook) Eric

oh, oh, kenny

chinky-chink-chink won't buy anything, stop that

oh, oh, then theres bing

needs to be blown, while guam needs money, cop that

oh, oh, down with this shit

watch this, listen, get down with the shit

hey, oh, oh, down with the shit

good luck, youre fucked, done with your shit

 

Verse 1 (Jackie)

Fuck this, Kenny's shit, new generation

Watch this, eyes squint, ca-cause you fuckin asian

can't rap, got clap, bitch, shots I deliver

Ugg boots, non-stop, (fu-fuck yeah you heard her- eric)

dont drool, im cruel, gonna fuck your brother

drop it, cop it, (eyes locked on your brother's mother-eric)

still here, past past graduation

4 years, u of i education, wasted

give me, give me, give me some

freak the wrinkles off your face, freaking, old school, think youre young

click a link, cazoodles done, wipe your tears, i bet that stung

i got toby, meet my mom (ricky-ricky, ricky-ricky)

Fucking up the musical, bing aint even lyrical

let it go, aint rap, science aint political

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And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro

You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo

 

(hook) Jackie

oh, oh, kenny

chinky-chink-chink won't buy anything, stop that

oh, oh, then theres bing

needs to be blown, while guam needs money, cop that

oh, oh, down with this shit

watch this, listen, get down with the shit

hey, oh, oh, down with the shit

good luck, youre fucked, done with your shit

 

Verse 2 (Eric)

Hold up, biatch,

this my favorite song

translation: lai can wo ai ne de mom (come watch me love your mom)

ni mei mei hun re, wo han ni mama zuo ai (your sisters hot, and i fucked your mom)

ni baba tzan tsai wo pang bien yong tao nao shian zhe- lets get it (your dads standing next to us thinking)

nights like this, bings tight like this, dick in my hand, imma fight this bitch

im more than a man, im a god, bing better rub my rod

button down and baseball cap, bitch better take my wad

And when i say "droop-droop, droop-droop", bitch better take it and nod

he want some more of this, i give him more of this, i owe him this (jackie)

in fact, i feel ronny reagans has got my back on this

my policy is trickle down econ, that shits sound

shots around, and slow it down down, alright, let me blow this bitch

im anxious, ive shamed you on this, scars on your shapeless

body, you should hit the gym, cant lift a dumbbell

mr tasc, listen here, you aint even in the running

jason yeh is my one to five, you is on the sideline cheering, AH!

 

 

(verse 3)

Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom

Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him

Guns in the basement, out they have a problem

Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana

Function on fire, burn the roof off this mothafucka

Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other

Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my momma

Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiending

Faded, faded-faded right

Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight

Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside

Stick it up ya Southside (Icky-icky, icky-icky)

Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude

What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes

Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q

We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too