Look, it’s a monster
I could borrow a bomb to drop onto Tongeyong
Look, it’s Godzilla, this the start of the Kim Jong era
Fire gods are not happy, sending in the dragons
Now the Pakis getting mad at something that happened and bomb India
Iranian start to get all impatient at the attempt to enrich uranium
And just bomb their own department causing deposits of bomb stuff
To go to Iraq, waking up Saddam, but this time he is large enough
To invade USA, kill ’em off for us, pass the wasabi
This is payday for the way you made me angry
You will hate the day that you ever met me, I am Satan
Let’s see, I’ll play gay pay Jay to lay down and say hey
Watch me whip watch me nay nay, ‘kay bae stay and wait, I’ll call in JJ
Want some Yu-Gi-Oh cards, I will give you Tea Gardner
I garden every day, turn you all into gushers
I am hard like sour grape jolly ranchers
If you got problems, Kim Jong got answers
Faster, build the bomb faster
Godzilla got nothing on this black belt
I’m gonna show you a fire disaster
Soon you will call Kim Kong your master
I been working on building atomic bombs since China rented out Hong Kong
And JFK sent Americans to Vietnam
And since I was six in Xi’an I was old enough to pick up a gun
And kill but I was sick and tired of killer ticks and moths, I dont’ like them
But then I sit and think of sh#t smoking a spliff with a bong
I tripped out on pixie dust at a BTS Bruce Sprinstein concert
Eating the dogshit that Obama dressed with paprika
In that thrift shop sh#t that’s when I decided that I would join Viet Cong
Want some, UBI, I’m Yang and I work for USR bro
We will start to pay everyone that wants bar soap
We have two kinds, ivory and Irish, I’m sure
If you want a different one, we have it, let me ask the
Doctor, I am the doctor
The Koreans live in a pile of garbage
All we eat is pets and a deep fried carpet
I never been to La Brea tar pits
Damn, China mad
They ’bout to put the Muslims into camps
It’s the consequence of Brexit, now there’s more than 2 sexes
This is the way (the way) the way of the left (left)
You know that I never had a chance, I’m a child
They burned my crib in the fire
They took my bib pacifier, and let me hangry and tired
Now I dance at the pier in exchange for a dollar
Is there a chance I could borrow your copy of the Mask of Zorro
DVD, it has surround sound with that 8.1 good stuff
Watch it with the sound off ’cause I can’t understand that Spanish gay f#ck
Please speak English, I don’t like these immigrants talking gibberish, did he say
Something I didn’t understand, this isn’t Bangkok, Chris Brown
Pulled Rihanna’s hair
Broke a window with a motherf#cking chair
Won’t even dent his career, he just sitting in his chair
Playing the Switch’s Mario in the air
‘Cause he get a free carryon, and I’m left here with a square
I’m allowed to stand and thank you for your support
Diney and NBA, yeah
Why can’t we face that we barely care where we get these pears
It’s slavery that made ’em but the best we could do is say that Britney Spears is crazy
Maybe she’s mad ’cause let’s face it Vegas residencies don’t pay the way
They did before lockdowns and mask mandates and travel bans across the place
And race riots in every state, gottem
Indians and Pakis back east are planning an attack
They’re chatting in a WhatsApp group sending trahsy fat chick fap pics
For cash, it’s bad, but I guess they’re happy
Can’t we go back to the Backstreet Boys Backstreet Back
That song was so cool, so much to do, so much to see, so what’s wrong with taking the backstreet?
Ring, hello, what’s for lunch
Appetizers pork egg roll shrimp egg roll spring roll
Fried wonton house special wonton teriyaki chicke pot stickers or steamed dumplings
Chicken dumplings barbecue spare ribs boneless spare ribs teriyaki beef
Chinese donuts fantail shrimp crab rangoon assorted hot appetizers
Also sir this is dry cleaners
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