Lời bài hát: Das Racist. All Tan Everything.

[Heems]
The white man can't even go outside
He'll get a disease
I'm talking about how like white people can't even go outside into the sunlight
Without contracting a disease
Like that skin cancer
Got their SPF3000s
Can't even go out into the sunlight!
What good is that?
So they stay in their computer shorts
On their computers

[Heems]
All tan everything
All brown man, sound man, sit down man, sit down man
All brown skin, young melanin
Melle Mel melding malleable my metal shit
All tan man, Mantan Moreland
Demand more land, more ends, more land
Tan John Belushi and Kool G
Dipping in Coogi
Tan Chris Farley in Gucci smoking on doobies
Tan Three Stooges
Your style amateur
All tan botanical
Fanatic, saboteur
With the Thandie Newton type tan chick
Your man sick, I'm known to eat a sandwich
Last tan nobleman of the last apocalypse
On the metropolis, an acropolis, poppin' shit
Out my esophagus, no, my voice box
Das Racist, we kinda like rap noise pop
Mad rhymes, finna blow up like landmines
All tan everything, shout out to tanlines
All tan khaki king, last white mogul
All you see is rupees when you Google
Rubies in his doodoo
Emeralds in his turban
Nervous, swervin' in the Suburban in Durban
All tan mans, they tangent to Tanzania
With a Mia Farrow looking sparrow to help me re-up

[Victor]
All tan everything, Charles Chan everything
San Fran, new millenium minstrel on instrumentals
Eating lentils with Yentl and gentiles
Textile, tactile, black child, white child
White owls, Black and Mild, crack vial
Stat from mild, Geena Davis, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
Oops! Zoinks! Needle zooks!
Danny Devito in Roots
Burton comma Levar
Come as you are
Afro-italo Cuban cigar
Follow me, follow me now
Toucan Sam
One hundred percent human clan
Y'all kick it like new Van Damme
Damn man, I see your crew ran ran
Kool A-D, Hi-C, Juice Man
Cool tan, man
Hyphy, ooh, damn, it's true fam
Running with more zebras than the zoo, man
Like the blue man group except brown man not blue man
Yeah figs on a table, call me Mabel Dodge Luhan
Two man in Peggy Noonan's booty with Bruce Banner
While Ann Coulter rocks out the shit with two hands
Oooh damn
Insane brown posse, soul dudes
Apollo Ohno's bro homo soul patch is so cool
Yo fool, break yourself from your Pro Tools
Plus your Fruity Loops
New dance, do the booty droop
On to the next one
Now do the booty scoop
Do the booty up
Do the booty-oody-alley-oop
Scooby-Dooby doo I'm on Bally so my fanny's cute
I'm my own identical cousin, just call me Patty Duke
I'm stuntin' like my daddy do
Thug life right above my Natty Ice tatty too