/pol/ - International /Pol/itics & /Bant/er

his shoes are sweaty, take em off, feet are smelly
there's semen on his hoodie already, you can bet he
can drop turds, where the street's designetti
when he squats down, the whole crowd spreads way out
he opens his cloth and his chakra gets loud
he's squirtin now, everybody's hurtin now
the brown runs outward all around, blaow

snap back to banality, oops there goes sanity
oops there goes sanjay, he poops once again and he
proves he's got more izzat than me, he
knows his whole scam is for dopes, it don't matter, he
knows when he goes back to his homeland
it's over, he's broke, he'll be smokin the poles and it's
cool because yo, it's jeetbros and they know
any hole is a goal, and they capture the moment

you better choose a visa and use it
the moment you own it, get aboard a plane and go (GO)
you only get one shot to squat in the west, you know
or maybe not, if you got proper brahmin b.o.