Brand New Dance - Das Racist, Heems

It’s a brand new dance

Give us all your money

Everybody love everybody

I’m selling Oxycontin

On my Palm Pixie, man, chicken sandwiches

The cast a --cla clack clack clocklo clong clacklack googoogo blahblahblah

guhguhguh hahahahaha yeah--

I’m selling Oxycotin

On my Palm Pixi, man, Chicken sandwiches

They cost a clam fifty

I got a credit card, I got a million dollars

I got a baby bird

I only feed her candy

I got a girl named Candy, automatic weapons

She got three sisters, all lesbians

All of them do push-ups

All of them could whoop me

All of them do hundred push-ups without even looking

All of them be cooking

Candy used to date a bookie

Yeah, look at me, man of the year

I’m so funny

You’re a big dummy

On your money, dog make a bunny

I’m a smart guy, call me Taj Mowry

Call me Tia Mowry, call me Tamera Mowry

Need to dead dowry

Need to dead the Tories

Need to watch Maury

Himanshu Suri sorry

With a bad mommy, and she wear a Sari

And we on a safari and we eatin' supari

Power be hourly dollars, cheese, scholarly

Crime blotters and trees

Me on the beach

Semi-aquatic like otters be

If you see me, on the street don’t bother me

Our new thing?

Slacker-rock-rap

Caveman rap tunes

Pop, lean, snap to 'em

I’m feeling strange dog

I’m feeling weird man

Steer clear man, tan man fear Klan