Rucka Rucka Ali - My Korea's Over lyrics

DJ Not nice, back from the Dry Cleaners (Awww sh**) Rucka Rucka Ali, big American rapper We 'da realeast ninjas left in the game You no never here sh** like 'dis We bring the b**hes to the yard for barbecue eggroll Oh hello, remember me? Number one Korean, dead chinee Now I'm a ghost That's all folks No more children in bed with me I take train to Payongyongyang and I fall asleep and die from AIDS Now I go shopping with Steve Jobs and do Bin Laden's dry cleaning My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I can't get a bo*er (It's hard for me) Say herro (To my little ba*tard son) Say herro (To Kim Ching-Chang Un) I like dog Dog is nice Specially with shrimp fried rice I like poodle with some noodle Make sure is Kooter is neutered I sorry pitbull bit you Here some sweet and sour shih tzu Look how my people cry to me (Ah boohoo hoo, we want food) Aw you so hungry You want eggroll? Don't blame me I voted Pedro There's enough food for me You could order some Chinese It looks like My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) Why does black guy take your (Your stuff from me) Say herro (To my little ba*tard son) Say herro (To Kim Ching-Chang Un) Goodbye, my fellow Koreans Think of me when you poop and pee-in Hey Philippines, f** both of you Now I kick it with Confucius Smoke some crack And slap a few tits Soon my son Will drop the bomb on Vietnam Oh, look; its gone I'm just try'na blow up China Take a steak Rape a vagina South Korea is about to see a Ground Zero meets Hiroshima My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I like banging h*mos (It's fun for me) Say herro (To my little ba*tard son) Say herro (To Kim Ching-Chang Un I May be dead But the dream of a free China Town lives (Forever) I died From AIDS and I probably got it from some children See, my son? You must be good leader American black president can't even read probably (Don't shoot me) PEARL HARBOR My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I can't get a bo*er (It's hard for me) Say herro (To my little ba*tard son) Say herro (To Kim Ching-Chang Un) My Korea's over (That's it for me) Can't bomb Asia no more (Or Hawaii) I like Asian Joe Bros Say herro (To my little ba*tard son) Say herro (To Kim Ching-Chang Un) Oh, hello Michael Jackson I no see you Since we do Sleep over With Gary Coleman Lets go watch Home Alone Tokyo We get sushi Remember my son? Un? You babysit him Now he dear leader Of Korea La-La-La-La-La-Little f*ggot Son Goodbye, Sarah Palin I never forget that night