White Guys Can Rap: TWO!

-One, two, three, four
Pumpin' out the stanzas

I'm healthily crazy
So call me bananas

I love my pajama
Extravaganza

I wear 'em all day
'Cause I don't have any plan, duh

You might think I'm random
Ugly, nerdy, and dumb

I can hear the haters sayin'
-How can you even stand 'em?

-I'm having damn fun
Whenever I jam some

Haters say I'm no one
So this is what I hand 'em

They tell me rapping is not a good idea

They say I'm whiter
Than a soft quesadilla

But that don't mean I
Can't go on with my song

And I'll keep on pullin' through
Makin' music for you

So you see that it's true
White guys can rap too

I'm up in my Mustang
Shift the gear into first

Engine roaring load
'Cause I took out the muffler

Makes me look tougher
As I drive (???)

So, when a hater speaks
I'm like, shut up motherf...

Uhh...could you guys be quiet, please?

Check out my rims
They're as cool as my rhymes

Gas prices don't concern me
'Cause I'm loading with dimes

Though I lack some muscle
I'm overloaded with cash

I'm so flat that Donald Trump
Would've promoted my ass

But that comes last
I love my family too

-Well, hey there, Christian
Let's go jamming with you

(record stops)

-So, I'm rocking the beach
While I'm walking the beach

All my homies gather here
To hear me talking the speech

-Whoa, bro
So what advice can you advise to me

-I learn my way from languages
Composition AP

At my graduation
I was forting a stoll

-What color was it, man?

-Was it green?
-It was gold

And I got it
'Cause I'm so sophisticated and bold

-Well, I think you're a fag.
-Hey, eat my corn...(beep)

They tell me rapping is not a good idea

They say I'm whiter
Than a soft quesadilla

But that don't mean I
Can't go on with my song

And I'll keep on pullin' through
Makin' music for you

So you see that it's true
White guys can rap too

Some call me vanilla
Others call me a cracker

I'm whipped by my girlfriend
So I wouldn't dare smack her

I don't need a gun
I'm a verbal attacker

And that's why I'm such
A great white-ass rapper

My home life is awesome
But my daddy's selling drugs

Because he's a town pharmacist
What a thug

And don't get me playin' Halo 3

I got a clan see
And will drop tea bags on thee

My mommy
Heard me rapping and caught me

She told me that my style
Wasn't what she had taught me

She bought me a Mac for school
Not for rap

Now she says
-Son of mine, I won't stand for this crap.

-But I know where it's at, Mom
I do it in class, Mom

I don't think she's ever
Gonna fall for that one

-I can argue day and night
-But I'm gonna win this fight

Because I can rap too
Even though my skin is white

They tell me rapping is not a good idea

They say I'm whiter
Than a soft quesadilla

But that don't mean I
Can't go on with my song

And I'll keep on pullin' through
Makin' music for you

So you see that it's true
White guys can rap too

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Keep pullin' through
Makin' music for you

So you see that it's true
White guys can rap too

Captioned by SpongeSebastian

-That wasn't recording.
-Damn.

-Do that again.

-Roger, Roger, Echo 419. We've got a
hot dog on Sector 42. Over and out.