Oh, the Horror - Homeboy Sandman

I ain’t got a rap sheet

Just cause I rap, sheeeiit…

I rap peace

But peeps first assume when we meet I’m a athlete

When I answer back that I rap then they ask me

Where my fitted cap be?

When I was pumping crack, how come the cops couldn’t catch me?

When I was busting caps over cash, were there casualties?

I reply, «Um, not exactly,»

Followed by, «actually…»

¡Que horror!

Están pensando soy un animal

Don’t come to be bout buying bud

Just cause I rhyme, bruh

Or if I’m blood?

Or if I’m crip?

Wondering which one’s my clique

Just cause I spit

I wish you wouldn’t assume I was a goon

Cause of my rap tunes

Or that I pack tools

Or that I act fool

Or that I left school

Or that my section’s a cesspool

And I hate homosexuals…

Don’t think that I’mma act rude

Just cause I rap, dude

That’d be a snafu

Really I be baffled

Cats think that I’m a buffoon

Or gon' act like a baboon

It puts me in a bad mood

Sponsors nervous like, «Yo, what is Sand doin'?»

Like I’m a snake or something

Slide out down the side of a sand dune

I’m sad, I’m saddled, status of Sambo

'til I give 'em a sample