Middle of the Cake - Das Racist, Heems

My pocket full of loud, yeah I got that Fran Drescher

I’m straight up out of Queens but ain’t no Tec up on my dresser

Just a bunch of dusty books and a statue of Ram

Or Hanuman, a big framed poster of Veerapan

Yeah I spit it great, mommy move it like a snake

We leaving the club like somebody called the Jakes

Eating Ritalin and steak, I’m in the middle of the cake

Belittling, little idiots who think their shit is great but it’s wack

How many licks does it take to get to

The middle of the cake?

Giggle if you’re awake

Chuckle if you’re asleep, knuck if you buck

Now we counting all the sheep, baa baa baa baa blah blah blah blah blah blah

Let me try it

Anything that don’t match the skin color, the brother dye it

Show promoters paying for rooms at the Hyatt

Firewater costs a lot of bread, but heads buy it

And keep the owner fed, peep the overhead

This sword of Damocles swings over the coldest

Holders of boulders and money folders

Who sold the bread to hungry dummies at high markup?

But money is money is money is money is money

How many licks does it take to get to

The middle of the cake?

Giggle if you’re awake

Chuckle if you’re asleep, knuck if you buck

Now we counting all the sheep, baa baa baa baa blah blah blah blah blah blah

RapGenius.com is white devil sophistry

Urban Dictionary is for demons with college degrees

Google ad technology is artificial karma, B

Rick Ross on the radio at the pharmacy

If I die today, remember me like Guru Dutt

Or anyone, tweet about it forget about it

And then don’t give a fuck.

I’m feeling weird, I’m up in a rut

Nah!

PMA got me now.

Picking it up!

How many licks does it take to get to

The middle of the cake?

Giggle if you’re awake

Chuckle if you’re asleep, knuck if you buck

Now we counting all the sheep, baa baa baa baa blah blah blah blah blah blah