VietCali - Vietistan Backistan lyrics

~All Chorus~ Whats that you say? The Prophet has risen? f** the punks, penalize me, damn God it's a given My nose nods to studs alike, our refrained agreements on rods mods, monstanto treatment You been hitting up my mother? Stupid genius, Yours been slappin my penis, now find go another. And eat it I know her best when her ladies stay on beach trips I eat the rest like they got seefed peavements And Yall motherf**ers can't find any other Magnum in my cartera, ready rubber prepara Believin the prophet, papi, he told you to stop it I'd read to you a hadith that says satan pisses in your ear sprocket Every morning Holy adjorning I mean yall are still shortly mourned with If it wasn't for a rabbi j**, thered be nobody to watch p**n with What type of alcohalic beverage were you cooking your corn with? Date a hundred girls, your family will still dab on yee, and shortly yourself atorn sh** Shortened your own lifespan, with non-organics, the mechanics of the universe in the Quran, He the only one who planned it Talking about blasphemy and zina, we was about to get it on, but thanks to you, you're hadith-manic You're not a real m**m, your fakin it Like I give a sh** Live life like a fedora tippin athiest Go home, rookie, you ain't makin sh** Seef you up and leave you to the 80s, you really ain't tradin sh** Lookie Rookie, I can open a can of whoop a**' fam, Then I bleed that nookie Make you fleece that lamb, talkin that sham The son of abraham supposedly replaced by a sheep to die It's a zoroastian constant, why would the Crypto Saudis lie? Like these, a simple dream replaced by the construed hadith I tell, em knock it, they better stop it, or like gaza, Imma fire several rockets Sever the connection of beheaders and j**s One and the same agenda, now you may ask who? The protocols of zion, atop the holy hill, you know their lyin I'll take a shovel and shut up a shivering chosenite whining about his incest ancestors overnight I'm slow rapidly tech nynin these rhymes for a little oversight Runnin with rythms, I'll stun em, I'll stun up the game, run it gun it a hundred miles incomin for infame Better prepare uran*s Here comes the truth, all shameless