Lyrics:
on Sundae Driver, and I got me a driver on Sunday
She banana split on the dick, and she cream like a sundae
Blunts of Sundae Driver in a Irish Dutch
Bought
rappin'.
Irish People, Back to the Front.
Hollar if ya high, stomp ya feet if ya drunk.
Hollar if ya high, stomp ya feet if ya drunk.
Mana
I'm and Irish cripple, a Scottish jew
I'm the blackmail man
A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe
I'm the blackmail man
I'm a dead fish coon,
I'm and Irish cripple, a Scottish Jew
I'm the blackmail man
A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe
I'm the blackmail man
I'm a dead fish coon,
I'm and Irish cripple, a Scottish jew
I'm the blackmail man
A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe
I'm the blackmail man
I'm a dead fish coon,
They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce?
Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk
I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab
I was sittin' in the terminal waitin' for my load
When a greenhorn driver came in off of the road
I heard him tell that foreman get my little pink
a store harris teeter
Temperature freezing just iced out my hand
Gold in my teeth and it cost me a band
Never sit on a chair cause i just stand
Watch on my
I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, weak
no Irish, but she make me sham rock
Shawty ain't Republican, but she vote on Rand Paul
Whip my Honda Civic to my work
Yeah you know that thing go
exploding
Now we're getting told we can re-catch Covid
We're not going anywhere cause it's not going
A vaccine for rascism a Harris is blowing
There's wap
I'm and Irish cripple, a Scottish jew
I'm the blackmail man
A raspberry ripple, a buckle-my-shoe
I'm the blackmail man
I'm a dead fish coon,
and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggas now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
And y-yo, the way we
Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing.
Vivas, cortinas, weaving in their wake.
With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling,
chameleon, Irish, Sicilian
Heritage since birth, sold my soul for what it's worth
From London to Perth, Tokyo to Paris
Caught in the Abyss like my name was Ed
Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing.
Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake.
With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling,
kickin' it
Classics I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'
Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish
The way
over the Yankee eyes
While thanking its bus drivers since 1916
My Ireland is worried
That Dustin the Turkey and The Rubberbandits
Deserve more plaudits
d.d. like a designated driver (vroom vroom!)
Uber till the sun comes up
Not yummy
Super bad bitch thumbs up
We stunning like a blooper
Kinda funny
What
comin' in, you would think I'm Irish
The way that it stays doublin'
I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments
Whatever they're doin'
a farmer? Also. Office clerk? Yes sir!
That's right. Certainly!
Factory worker? You said it. Yes ma'am.
Absotively! Posolutely!
Truck driver? Definitely!
plumbers drivers cobblers teamsters coopers masons
Dixons nixons sires briars blacks and whites and coppertones
Scrappers coppers princes paupers kings made
the plug and shit, still am, and his girl is the outlet, do you feel
Irish like pubs and shit, I'm tellin' the driver to take us on a
Date, date, date, date
of werewolves, they were howling at the moon
How many times have you been too Irish to tell your friends goodbye
There's way too many Chads in here, the best
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