My Korea's Over Lyrics & Tabs by Rucka Rucka Ali
My Korea's Over
guitar chords lyrics
DJ Not Nice!
Back from the dry cleaners! (Aww shiit...)
Rucka Rucka Ali (uh-huh)
We the REALEST ninjas left in the game! (yea)
You no NEVER hear shit like this (Uh-uh!)
We bring the bitches to the yard (oooooooooooOOOOOOH...)
for barbeque eggroll! (...BANZAI!!!)
Oh herro! Remember me?
#1 Korean Dead Chinee!
Now I'm a ghost..."That's All, Folks!"
No more children in bed with me!
I take train to Pyong-yong-yang
and I fall asleep and die from AIDS
Now I go shopping with Steve Jobs
and do bin Laden's dry cleaning!
and I fall asleep and die from AIDS
Now I go shopping with Steve Jobs
and do bin Laden's dry cleaning!
My Korea's over! (That 's it for me)
Can't bomb Asia no more! (Or Hawaii)
I can't get a boner! (It's hard for me)
Say hello...(hello...) to my little bastard son!
Hello... to Kim Ching-Chang Un! (Woo...)
I like dog. Dog is nice.
'Specially with pork fry rice!
I like poodle with some noodle
Make sure his cooter is neutered!
I sorry pit bull bit you,
Here's some sweet and sour Shih-Tzu!
Look how my people cry to me
"Ah, boo-hoo, we want food!"
Oh, you so hungry, you want eggroll?
Don't blame me, i voted Pedro!
There's enough food here for me
You could order some Chinee!
It looks like...
My Korea's over! (That 's it for me)
Can't bomb Asia no more! (Or Hawaii)
Why does Black guy take your (Your stuff from me)
Say Hello...(hello) to my little bastard son
Hello... to Kim Ching-Chang Un!
Goodbye, my fellow Koreans
Think of me when you poop and peein'
I will watch over you
Hey Phillipines! Fuck both of you!
Now I kick it with Confucius
Smoke some crack and slap a few tits
Soon my son will drop the bomb on Vietnam
Oh look! It's gone!
I'm just tryin' to blow up China
Take a steak, rape a vagina
South Korea's about to see a
Ground Zero meet Hiroshima!
My Korea's over! (That 's it for me)
Can't bomb Asia no more! (Or Hawaii)
I like banging homos (It's fun for me)
Say hello...(Hello...) to my little bastard son
Hello... to Kim Ching-Chang Un!
I... may be dead...
But the dream of a free China town lives (forever!)
I died... from AIDS...
and I probably got it from some children...
"So you see, my son, you must be good leader.
American black president can't even read, probably.
Don't shoot me! (PEARL HARBOR!)"
My Korea's over! (That 's it for me)
Can't bomb Asia no more! (Or Hawaii)
I can't get a boner! (It's hard for me)
Say hello...(hello...) to my little bastard son!
Hello... to Kim Ching-Chang Un! (Woo...)
My Korea's over! (That 's it for me)
Can't bomb Asia no more! (Or Hawaii)
I like Asian Joe bros (Ha ha he he!)
Say hello...(hello...) to my little bastard son!
Hello... to Kim Ching-Chang Un!
"Oh, hello Michael Jackson!
I no see you since we do sleepover with Gary Coleman!
Let's go watch Home Alone Tokyo!
We get sushi.
(Ruh-roh, ruh-roh little faggot son!
Ruh-roh, ruh-roh little faggot son!)
Remember my son Un? You babysit him!
Now he's Dear Leader Of Korea!
Goodbye, Sarah Palin, I'll never forget that night..."
