Das Racist - Rainbow in the Dark lyrics

I’m at the White Castle
(I don't see you here, dog)
Tiny ass hamburgers, tiny ass cheeseburgers
Tiny ass chicken sandwiches, it’s outlandish
Kid
Ma trying to speak to the kid in Spanish, kid
Like "¿Que tu quieres?"
I’m like, "Where is the bathroom?
I hella gotta piss, where’s the bathroom?"
Ask whom the bell tolls for
Ayo, where they get this place
From the hellhole store?

Yo I’m in the building, building with Belding
Ask for whom the bell rings, DR
Something like a neo rap Zack Attack
Finna spark an L and have
Myself a Big Mac Attack
Known to rock the flyest shit
And eat the best pizza
Charge that shit to Mastercard
Already owe Visa
Catch me drinking lean in Italy
Like I was Pisa we could eat the flyest
Cave-aged cheese for sheez, ma

Yeah, we could eat Gruyère
As if we care, we could eat Roquefort
Or we could just kick it like Rockports
In the periphery of Little Sicily
Little did she know I’m tickling
Boo she so giggly catch me solving mysteries
Like Wikipedia Brown
It’s the future get down
We make a sound even if nobody’s around

Like a tree or the tears of a clown
Yo, I’m afraid of clowns
I’m afraid of small towns positive energy
Something like I’m afraid of all frowns
Catch me at the crib getting
Light to Jeff Mangum
It’s fun to do bad things
Like rhyme about handguns
If any problem pop off
I’ll Joe Pesci any fool
While drinking that Popov
That’s cause I’m a Goodfella
Stay up out the hood hella
Much now, but punch clowns if they touch down
While I’m eating lunch now
While I’m eating a burger
Metaphysical spiritual lyrical murder

The ill ’96 manifestible third eye
Abstract backpack vegan skateboards etc
Rap hella much in a busted ass
Jetta with Coretta Scott King
Rap bridge on a duet with
T-Pain and Stephen Hawking
I’m not joking, stop jocking
Stop talking, shut up, hush up
Please, shut the fuck up, shut up, dude
Shut up das Racist is the new Kool G Rap
Peep us at the Grammies
We’d like to thank G-chat
We’d like to thank weed rap
The best rapper is B Real
Jokes, it’s us, come on, be real
Second Latin rapper to like the Beatles
But on the real yo they
Swearing I’m blacker than Cheadle
Like Don King playing Donkey Kong
Country at his cousin’s house
You don’t even know what it’s about

This is panic attack rap
Eating four flapjacks
Trap raps, let 'em free
They always come back to me
The Internet told me that that’s called love
I’m on the Internet cause
I’m an Internet thug
Himanshu, yes I’m in control, man
Pos vibe emanator, yes I got my Soul Tan
Soul Shine Soul Gloo So-so Po-Mo
Catch me on the South Side
Kicking it with Shlohmo

Kicking it with Gary Soto
All the cholos saying "Mira el joto"
Just because I rock the second hand Versace
Wash me, watch me
The second hand couldn’t even clock me
You couldn’t see me like
A Cuban playing hockey
Cracker in the chocolate, that’s human Pocky
Papa look stocky, Mama look chalky
Me I look a little something
Like a young Shock G
Words come through me like I
Was a walkie talkie
All I do is open up my mouth and just rock
See you, you are not me, me, I am possibly
Everything plus everything that is not me
Jokes, that is not T-R-U-E
Are you understanding everything
Do you got me? Catch me in the trees where
It’s shady like Lockheed
Martin, sparking in the shade of
The trees in the park, b
Hark! the angels stay singing in the dark
Like the rainbow in the
Ronnie James Dio joint
Hit it from the back court
Like it was a three point
I don’t give a fuck, I’m a duck to a decoy
No trust them white face man like Geronimo
Tried to go to Amsterdam they
Threw us in Guantanamo