Jorma Taccone - Ras Trent lyrics

[Intro] Jahhhhh! Rastafarianism Yes I, Ras Trent Bada-ding-ding-ding-ding WHOAHHHH~! Who demmmmm? You no want test, me champion sound [The Lonely Island] Oh fire 'pon Babylon (Babylon) And fire 'pon a batty boy (batty boy, batty boy) Rudebwoy livin in the shanty dorms My roommate Nick is an ignorant baldhead! Now chant down Babylon, midterm essays Then puff from de chalice I fi make from a Sprite can Last week I read a book about Sela**ie I Then told my bumba claat parents I was switching religions Excuse I! Oh hot stepper You do so many dutty crimes (Nyabinghi!) And plus you're fully skylarking all the time Udda look ya now Have you ever noticed, how baldheads s**? Bada-ding-ding-ding-ding-dong-ding-ding-dong DUCK Excuse I for my skanking, give thanks and praise Me toil part time at jah Cold Stone Creamery [Interlude - echoes] In a dub style! Roller skates A DVD of "Cool Runnings" "Murder She Wrote" Yagga-yagga-yagga yowwww! [Singers] Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent [The Lonely Island] Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent Please guide me 'pon your bike path of righteousness Oh stanahoy, stanahoy, stanahoy, stanahoy Jaaaah! Fussing and fighting and Zion and roots Red Stripe, Shabba, ragamuffin and culture Me night nurse never want to plant de corn Skiddily WHOAHHH! Diddily, skittily, bittily bittly WHOAHHH! {*fades out*}