Sit and come relax riddle off the mac, it's the patch
I'm a soldier in the middle of Iraq
Well say about noonish comin' out the whip
And looking at me curious, a young Iraqi kid (aw)
Carrying laundry. "What's wrong G? Hungry?"
"No, gimme my oil get the fuck out my country."
And in Arabian barking other stuff
Jihad
'Til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
Distrust, feeling like I's pissed upon wound
I'm like shorty hope that we can fix our differences soon (bye!)
Buying apples hun breaking on
You take everything why not just take the damn food black master
I don't understand it, on another planet?
Fifteen month of this stuff how I'm gonna manage?
And increasing the sentiment gentlemen
Getting down on their middle eastern instruments
Realized trapped in this crap
Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la di da di)
Arab jaw dropped, they well wished they glad wrapped
Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad