long overdue, this song's for you, the American man The American man This one's for you to host, the American man American man, it's me, the American
To any passing fad To being an ?us' for once Instead of a ?them' La vie boheme La vie boheme Hey mister, she's my sister So that's five miso soup
east Give it at least a seventy five Now for all you Joe's, here goes my American handstand Because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand As
yo, aye yo Our shit contagious, so y'all niggas try to quaratine us Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is My gun american, but my
known all over the world By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm goin' down in history As the baddest rapper there could ever be Now I'm feelin' the highs
win kid This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son Rolling down hill and the year has just begun I see America
now twenty-five years later, he's on the brink of forty-three Still searching for sanity, surveying the floor of his distorted sea He rememebers high-
The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the United States of America Time to roll out the red carpet
in Mexico bricks Fifteen Five Celine Dion ties Two Thousand dollar bubble eyes yo, the theme cries rollin' for cream yo now watch the laser beam rise sling pies doin' our thing high
we can get Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America Who wants to kill him? No information, say yes or no One point five
to let America know That Santa was a fake I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank, rappers get spank Stripes get yank, a superior rank Won't stop the jock in some American
the poster 'Cause I shot the sheriff, who knocked the cherry off my shoulder He tried to get cute, so Earthquake had to erase him And place him in America
the corners like who am I Shorty I'm the one with the pump on five [gunshot] This is America, can you jump that high? Girl show it to me ... [Chorus
rap American iconoclast, alien boom-bap Cali's my home, baby, West Coast boy I get more love than Helen of Troy Straight outta Stockholm, laptop rap American
'm a scar across your face I'm an itch that's driving you mad Highway five Takes so much to make us feel like we're alive A weary traveler at a smooth seventy-five