(Mr Italia)
Yo nigga im sitting here with my boy whitetrash
counting all our money im talking straight up cash
Counting all these benjamins, der so many
we save all of our shit, never wasting a penny
Get back from de club, maybe we’ll make a rap, perhaps
he make all da beats, while I make all da raps
Finish it, save it, and record dat song
yea this rap shit, this is where we belong
we gon do it for a while cuz this shits lifelong
iight im bout to switch it to my boi whitetrash
now sit back and listen, dis niggas bout to thrash
(White trash)
Some people laugh at the name
Well the tiger inside aint so tame
I can let this shit out, I will unleash the beast
Fuck the police, I will shoot him then eat him as a thanksgivin feast
It all comes down to this bitch, don’t mess wit me cuz I supa rich
Its like Carpenter throwin the fast pitch,
impossible to touch by u and ur fucked up twitch nigga
U look like my mom pulled u out her ass
Guess what. Her pussy look like it growin black grass
Its like an unchartered forest, when u came out we needed to take a class
On how to support mental babies, but when she sold u, ha! She bought a Mercedes
With that said it was a little fun, but back to this bitch cuz im done.