Shut Up, Man Das Racist (Ft. El-P)

[Verse 1: Kool AD]
Yes please, test me, Nestle chocolate mix con leche
Isabelle Allende, no comprender? (get it?)
White niggas with djembes (oops) white bitches with hair spray (oops)
Which way did he go? Slim Jim? Tempeh?
Or Henny or Penny Lane or feather brain
Cheddar cane, leather interior range
Inferior Timothy Leary estranged theories of nearly insane
Bleary eyed beardies whose gained sheerly by years of the same fears
It's weird to the same ears whose careers
Is to aim spears at the gears in the chains
And weird to the ears of the lame squares of the gear and chain set
Who perusing their tame losers approvingly
Name truthers to losers of games blibbity blibbity blop
Hideous all bark, no bite
Mama said, "don't fight." Papa say "yeah, right."
Sister in the dark with a flashlight
I'm walking through the park in the lamp light, I'm a shark on the lamb with the
Land mines, darts in the damn eye of the bull
The mouth is the eyes of the soul, the soul is the ass of the brain
The brain is the back of the train, back of the bus
Acting and such, crack, discuss, act with us
Or pack it up, or slice the price to twice as nice and jack it up
Who gives a fuck what I'm talking bout?
Walk it out, knock em out the spot, let em talk it out
Do the wop, baseball bat, all that
Fall back, give a fuck about what you wanna call that