Selena Songtext
von Das Racist

Michael Douglas, a million dollars!
Twin Towers,
Colin Powers
Shouts to Joan Sasso,
Abigail Vazquez


Shout to Sallie Mae, shout out to FAFSA
Shouts to Alpha Dog, Cash is Napster, man
Leo Donato
DiCaprio
Catch Me If You Can
White rappers
Black astronauts
Only two questions you should ask, allow one
"Who′s the kid?"
Two: "Who's the kid?"
Both times the answer stay Kool AD
Slave name′s Vazquez
And her brain game nasty
Salami sandwich brown-baggin' it
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
BLAOW!
Bidi bidi bidi bamba
Rest in peace to Selena!
Catch me in a cool place doin' a fun thing
I′mma quit rapping real soon, "Get your fun in!"
Get a little guap,
Other ways to get funds then
Danzig
Scream Edvard Munch shit
No matter what I do, I′mma eat it up, munchin'
People talkin′ 'bout, "Heems I heard you got punched in."
Worry ′bout how I'mma eat it up dog, luncheons
Celine Dion with a booty
Bündchen′s
Gisele's
We eat good food, that's dumplings
Everyone that meet me think that I′m something
Whether it′s a dumb thing, or something they can run with
Flows Usain Bolt, yeah they run things
It's nothing, I do this cause it′s easy
It pays well, pumpkin
Be a "bit of fun" fling, but it's getting kinda boring
I am the walrus
Victor
Yeah, I′m the walrus too, dude
Couldn't walk a mile in my walrus shoes, dude, true?
Yes, I′m the fuckin' best!
Best rapper alive, I swear to God, man
Bad as I wanna be, Rodman
Move a little, watch the
Guap
In a pop band
Get it in, get it out, op Man
See me in Miami, 20 Cubans in a Dodge van
Do it for a large fan to Bart Vale
Said it before, I don't care, I′mma star, man
David Bowie Starman
John Comforter -- oh, fuck, I didn′t know how to say
John Carpenter
Starman!
Stanley Brakhage
Dog Star Man
Where we at, San Diego? Carmen
Suckers is butt, they need charmin'
Toilet paper
Take the, microphone
And do, a buncha... stupid shit
YEAH! Shava, shava, shava!
Yeah!
Shava!
You dudes talkin′ 'bout you rap
And you probably does
I′m blind to you haters
Collie Buds
And believe me the herb always come 'round
Them smart brown boys back with that dumb sound
Hipster Rap
Queens Rap
Haar it in my voice every time the kid Heems rap
The golden child, from
Colden′s Wild
Cherry Ave
Where they scold 'em wild
My grandma just moved out
She knows this child that gets guap and fly high
ESL
YSL
Cause we excel, we fly as hell
Melrose
Queens, where the crooks live
CT
For four years, to wile out read books then
Took to bars from Brooklyn
Come around talk smart, get your shit tooken