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