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White People Thangs

by Thermal Detonataz

Steve Francis (aka MC Fuego Leche, aka MC Moistback) and John Orr (aka DJ Dizzee Domino, aka DJ President William Howard Taft) poke fun at the square habits of white people.
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap: Comedy Rap
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Album Notes

(Hook 1)
White boys rappin’, yeah, we’re tryin’ to hang
Lookin’ quite dapper in our visors and “bling”
Makin’ marshmallow squares, drinkin’ some Tang
And on the 1 and 3 clappin’ for some white people thangs

(Verse 1)
Just purchased a yacht ‘cuz I’m prone to keepin’ it nautical
Rollin’ four-deep in my Prius ‘cuz it’s so economical
Apple preset volume maxed so the hate is inaudible
Well-versed in the political world; call me Rush Limbaughtical

When it comes to stock options, I am oh so methodical
And I don’t eat spicy foods ‘cuz they upset my abdominals
My shrink prescribed me pills because my moods are so volatile
And my left eye has problems, so I’m wearing a monocle

Sorry, I’m allergic to pollen, dander, and mold
I love to dance to hip hop, but I have no rhythm I’m told
Here’s a fact little-known: I write in binary code
And I only eat my produce if it’s Whole Foods-sold

All my first-world problems seem to make me a grump;
So many holes in my backyard from my petroleum pump
Got more money than I can handle, like my man Donald Trump
I know they say the sky’s the limit, now if only I could jump

(Hook 2)
White boys rappin’, yeah, we’re tryin’ to hang
Wearin’ all black and rockin’ vampire fangs
Singin’ along to Queen’s “Bicycle Race”
And on the 1 and 3 clappin’ for some white people thangs

(Verse 2)
Now DJ Dizzee Domino is up in the domicile
I voted for Obama, so I know that I’ve got some style
I’m snappy with “your mama” jokes; I think yours should jog a mile
And I had a pet llama, though ol’ girl, she’s been gone a while

I’ll show you nasty callouses from when I play racquetball
Then build some picket lattices; my cats love to caterwaul
I’ll drive you up to Dallas as I’m tweaking on Adderall
And regail you about Alice passing out in a rabbit hole

I listen to the rap, mostly Outkast and Eminem
But Radiohead’s dap, I own more stuff than Scott Tenorman
I wish Fox hadn’t zapped the show, “Arrested Development”
And I go shopping at the Gap--Oh, they do have my denim in!

I’ve gotten hunger pangs ever since I went vegan
I’m pretty scared of gangs; better off with a legion
And I don’t give a dang whether it seems egregious
But I don’t recite, I sing every Pledge of Allegiance

I’m wicked overzealous of my handlebar mustache
I know y’all just jealous of my naked girl mud flaps
Time to gather all our fellas for some tea and some crumpets
And then we shall embellish on this beat with some dubstep!

Birkenstocks, chess club, rollin’ in our vespas
Equestrians, disco bowling, exotic birds, J.K. Rowling
Role-playing murder parties with wine, crackers, and havarti
Garden State, Rushmore, mayonnaise, winter sports


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