his shoes are sweaty, take em off, fumes are heady
there's semen on his hoodie already, you can bet he
can drop bombs, where the street's designetti
when he squats down, the whole crowd spreads way out
he opens his cloth and his chakra gets loud
he's squirtin now, everybody's hurtin now
the brown runs outward all around, blaow
snap back to banality, oops there goes sanity
oops there goes sanjay, he poops once again and he
proves he's your enemy twenty-four-seven, he
knows his whole scam is for dopes, it don't matter, he
knows when he goes back to his homeland
it's over, he's broke, he'll be smokin the poles and it's
cool because yo, it's the bros and they know
any hole is a goal, and they capture the moment
you better choose a visa and use it
the moment you own it, get aboard a plane and go (GO)
you only get one shot to squat in the west, you know
or maybe not, if you got proper brahmin b.o.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaGb5ooswYA