Lost in translation. You are judging me and the rest of the the world.
You see it ain't nothing but a g-thang baby.
Six wacked out wiggas drive you crazy.
Snap this picture of my flashy grill.
Oh, so many stereotypes I need to fill.
I got my chest hair flow.
With these bell bottom blues.
We look so good, you would make love to our shoes.
I know I saw you check out my ass.
You choked on your ham sandwich like Mama Cass.
Don't forget the bands that over use Zombie.
I saw them in the mall shopping Abercrombie.
I hope they get bit. I hope they get sick.
I hope they rot so hard that off comes their dick.
You thought that you could fear the Gothics and the Rag Heads too.
Out on the loose where the white folk roams.
At the movies getting popped by James Holmes.
Lost in translation.
You are judging me and the rest of the world.
Snap this picture of my flashy grill.
So many stereotypes I need to fill.
Don't forget the scene. Tight pants and all.
Did you find room for your big right ball?
You don't drink, smoke, have promiscuous sex.
Call me when "no fun" breaks down and fucking wrecks.
Lost in translation.
You are judging me and the rest of the world.
Call us trailer trash and rednecks too.
But check your pants our girls got bigger dicks than you.
You think we all have fields to crop, but call us when you grow up and your balls fucking drop.
This is the south and stereotypes will fly.
But ask if I want out of North Carolina?
And I'll tell you I'd rather DIE!