Verse 1:
Please stop looting, stop stealing
Stop destroying our mom and pop business buildings
Hold up, you on that liberalism?
No, I was talking to the looters taking billions from citizens
They've been overworking you and underpaying you
Buy out all the neighborhood stores around you
Gouge the prices and double polices
And now you can't afford that little crib you're living in
Privileged children start moving in
And they've been locking up the Natives since Comanche Indians
And Comanche means: "You want to fight, I'm down!"
Down to scare the white people in your fuck ass town
Might fuck around and push the wrong button
Y'all killed a black man just for leisurely running
Bad check assumption
Back turned, running
Come in your house unannounced
While you sleep they're dumping
Well, get your miles up, devil times up
The marathon continues, and we gon' find ya
Chorus:
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
Verse 2:
Devil, devil, yeah today, devil
I told God to take the night off, devil
Let's light the sky up and go head up
And we gon' burn the whole city to the ground, devil
This ain't lootin', devil, this is leveling the field
Ironic y'all saying it is us who steal
You a cap for real, that's what the kids say
I'm old school, I go face to face
In a gas mask with a flak jacket
And a uh-hmm uh-hmm in my bag
I served in combat but fuck all that
I feel nothing towards that flag
That's 'cause in my America, it ain't all grand
It ain't fair here, for a young brown man
It ain't fair here, if you're queer or trans
And don't let you be a woman with some brown ass hands
'cause it's them lootin', them shootin'
Them stealin', them killin'
They escalate, they disrespect
Figuratively, literally, got a knee on my neck
Chorus:
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You might find
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
Bridge:
Fuck the world
Stay high
Stay high
That's right
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Yeah
Stay high
That's right
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Stay high
Verse 3:
Ayo for real
I probably taught your favorite rapper's after-school program
Ask them fools, man they all know Bam
I don't auto-tune, I audit fools
I checked fools for the mouth they ran
Don't clump me in with these fraud fucks
I don't need a plug, homie, I'm charged up
I'm with Spank Pops and Otayo Dubb
I'm still with the shit, still slangin' bud
You a new booty, fish just got woke
You feelin' yourself like an inside joke
I'm like, nah locc you on the wrong note
And you be singing like a vigil when the cops provoke
You need heart-heart, from the start-start
You know the devil got a head start mark
Now a bunch of Filipinos outta Echo Park
Got masks on, can't tell them apart
Chorus:
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You might find
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
You gon' have
Twenty skinny Filipino killers on your head
Bridge:
Fuck the world
Stay high
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Fuck the world
Stay high
Stay high
