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swet shop boys - benny lava lyrics

[produced by ryan hemsworth]

[himanshu]
rap music (day-o)
swetshop boys

[verse 1: heems]
yo himanshu with the pen, i’m k!lling it
the white man the villain, them deny them penicillin (why?)
syphilis experiments, death to the tuskegee men (why?)
somewhere in new york they say death to the squeegee men (why?)
they say stop and try to frisk
i say whoa just suck my d-ck
i ain’t white but i know my rights
and you full of sh-t
i’m a big belly rude boy
i’m a fat sweaty hindu
stinky sticky icky
yeah i’m smoking on that mildew
thick black chest hair, fat gold chains
somewhere out in trapistan flipping cocaine
my cousin on the field
he tend to poppy all day
hima he a fiend
he friends with papi on broadway
she like, “ain’t that you with the muslims?”
you and rizwan be movin things
with your crew and them
what you do with them
truants and the bluest man
yeah momma said they was the taliban
hang around in alleys and
rally them
ain’t that what they said bout the italians?
come mr. tallyman
come mr. tallyman
come mr. tallyman
from ghana to uganda you a goner i’m your father
ain’t n0body hotter
the devil in some prada
the pope in some gucci
your baby wearing nada
swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava
hot as benny lava
hot as benny lava
hot as benny lava
swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava
(swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava)

[hook]
swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava
hot as benny lava
hot as benny lava
hot as benny lava
swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava
(swetshop boys and we hot as benny lava)

[riz]
oh gosh
oh golly gosh
oh goodness gracious me
riz mc!

[verse 2: riz ahmed]
swetshop boys, tidy love
red hot joints, write too much
for there ain’t not choice, times are tough
but my yellow cab drivers ride with us
like d-mn i’m home late, i light one up
smoke since i’ll never be white enough
and plus bombay stock price is up
is inviting us, sayin book a flight you mug
it’s not a toy, it’s not rhymes-r-us
but it’s made by brown boys that are tired and f-cked
wheels hamsters deals w-nkers
kiss the grizz feel how deep our fangs are
she give you a free kick
but then you get lampard
and you ain’t coming in no more
like you try bringing a crackhead to a man’s yard
get a fresh can on a bit of rough
and a cop gang and a bit of us
and now i’m not praying just a little hush
for the fans that prism who listening to us
so giggle up the urban spies up
and the 90s asian day timers
and prince naseem and that adidas tracksuit
green with white stripes, timeless
as the beef from the af-pak border
well there’s a the kid just a little bit taller
than the -ssault rifle he rides with
suicidal, he want a moonwalking michael
say he got bleached out and thinking of bleed now
one sparkly glove on his trigger hand
as he sings man in the mirror and leaps out
brah, game over, we shot for the head, that’s bonus points
the kid holding joint with xbox controller
who do you think flies the drones bruv?
but when we on the poster, photoshop us less darker
sow my crops, i’m the melanin farmer
swetshop boys we hotter than benny lava

[hook]

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