[Verse 1] My name is Johnny Polygon I'm 22 and overweight I refuse to sell my music rights Cause I now they are great I know I make a fortune of it So just get off it You can never force the profit Cause I worth more than the profit So stop forcing the topic Let's talk about something real What you think? I'm a f**ing idiot? You don't acknowledge my bill? I now someday I'll probably go platinum But also means I'll have to water down my rappin some You see when all these suits look at me All they see is a Black Eye Pea They think black guys need to wear baseball caps And rap like G's These so called gangsters Are really just studio gangsters Need to thank Jewish dude who made them Packaged them and paid them Now you want a major And I'm still independent You roll on 22's With a bunch of dudes and naked b**hes You claim it is the life Really, is it, fellas? Please tell us f** it I know it is I'm just hating because I'm jealous If I could, I would. I wish someone would Rent a Benz in their name and take it back Once my record went wood Reposess that chance Send my black a** back to the hood Where all I have to brag about Is how I met Tiger Woods Or how I met Ving Rhames Or Cuba Gooding Junior Other black dude that kissed a white man's a** And n******gs started to blowing them Thought that sh** was b**h made Stabbed them in the rib cage Thank God Johnny sold that way back in the sixth grade [Hook] I think everyone is a racist And we all deserve a cookie For showing so much patience I think everyone is a bigot Against someone Fat people Black people White people And midgets Let's pretend that we're the best of friends Cause I can barely tell the difference Between Guatemala and Mexicans Thanks a lot for asking me God bless America You got the right to laugh at me [Verse 2] I'm completely irresponsible An economical crippled At my age this sh** Should all be so simple But I really have a problem saving money The motherf**ing girls and drug dealers always take it from me If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense f** it Back in Oklahoma People treat me like a prince Started rapping in high school People said that I talked white And I dressed weird Started to learn to battle Couldn't wait until the next year Started battling n***as outside by the monkey bars Especially them gangsta n***as who tried to punk me hard They were just staring look at me hard Tell them "under his Fubu, he's wearing a leotard" Make some sh** up and call them a retard It's not even a word but I said that sh** on purpose Cause some n******gs will really talk about Some sh** they've heard it Shut the f** up n***a You're making us all look dumb There are so many stereotypes And I think we all fit one [Hook] I used to kick it with white people For a while that was wonderful They always dropped the N-bomb As soon they got comfortable It's like they always wanted to Say some racist sh** in front of you Damn! I wonder why I've always let them Maybe it's impossible for someone to offend me If I don't respect them Yeah they pissed me off a bit But not enough to fuss a fit Cause I always can convince white girls To come and s** my dick Their dads would have a fit If they ever find out There will be no f**ing Negroes in this house And she said "Fine, Dad, I'm out" I'm moving out to Inglewood Six months later f**ed every n***a in the hood Cause shorty was a jump off You know what a jump off is? That's when you f** her, bust a nut then jump off that sh** Not even trying to say That every white girl is a s*ut But I bet you 20 bucks Most of them like it up their bu*t What? Sex with white girls And black chicks, there's a difference White girls will do some kinky sh** And let you call them b**hes not sisters Only convinced one of them to give me a blow job She wouldn't let me finish She found out that I don't even have a job Damn! Somehow I still got her pregnant Now me and her mama both have really bad credit I knew she was a ho But for some reason I've still boned her though Ten months later she took me off on the Maury Povich show [Hook]