M.A.S.H

My father learned English watching M.A.S.H Now I'll go Kim Il Sung on a rapper's ass I would ask my rivals if suicide's painless They played my track Now their walls are painted I weigh 223 It'd be accidental If I put you on the street And it left a stencil I got real big from American beef Leave you so fucked up The chief used your teeth Well I used to be illegal But bitch I ain't a monkey I'm a motherfucking Beatle They call me Paul McCartney Cause I write them by the kilo And then cut it into something That you put under a needle I park the beater on the street But I don't make no fucking payments Cause I'm busy making beats I never did it for the cream I'd rather push a hooptie Than be chasing foreign dreams, bitch Collagen Apple pies Pitchers batting Daddy's tie Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia TV set Astro turf Howdy Doody SoCal surf Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia My father learned English watching M.A.S.H So he could claw his way to the middle class And since he saw E.T in '82 He thought maybe we'd all become aliens too We took a plane to the USA But you can't go surfing in the Great Salt Lake Now who would've thought that I'd learn to hock When those crazy Mormons all taught me to talk I reminisce over times in ought-six And yo speaking of which That's my caliber spit An American kid who thought he was the shit Cause his games and his flicks Weren't on pirated discs My father told me that someday I'd be rich And that it would explain all the things that he did Now I'm a man with the right to vote I'm estranged from my father and dead fucking broke Collagen Apple pies Pitchers batting Daddy's tie Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia TV set Astro turf Howdy Doody SoCal surf Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia Nostalgia