The Sitters - Yellowman Blues lyrics

[Chorus: Kaitlyn, Kitty, and McKenna] Yellow chinky-chong with the chingy-chong slants Don't tell a Mistress what she can and can't I want to superglue your chongy lips to my pants Chingy chongy yellowman with tiny f**in' slants [Verse 1: Kaitlyn] Take a look at my a** if you can open your eyes wide enough Quit tryna squirm out from under me and actin' tough Hesitance, resistance, they only make it more rough You're about an inch away from f**in' gettin' stuffed! Let me take your a** back to the Vietnam War And I know you chinks won so don't go mentionin' the score My pappy murdered your chink friends and chink ancestors Speakin' of which, how's it feel livin' life sequestered? You ain't leavin' Sitters Manor 'til the day you die Which could maybe be soon, to the devil say "hi" I'm sure you're headin' to Hell, do I need to say why? You're a motherf**in' chink! What a f**in' pigsty The house in which we live, the cage in which you wallow The a** which you lick, plus the sh** which you swallow