The Hong Kong Buffet Rap
In honor of the place that is really the drive behind my life, I've decided to make a rap using my white skillz (is that black?) Anyway, turn that bass up, and if you're white, raise the roof. (Speaking of raising the roof, I realized that 1995 was the turning point for American culture. Black people stopped raising the roof, and white people started raising it. And once the roof has been raised, the people have changed. And that kinda rhymed. The Internet got popular around 1995, and other stuff happened too, I'm sure. Other very, very important stuff.) Onto the rap.

My name is Nate
And I'm never late
For Hong Kong (fat black rapper voice) Hoonnnnng Kong!
I always get buffet, it's never gay, yeah that's what they say
Six sixty-three or ten seventeen, either way it's not much green
For Honnnnnng Kong!
I walk in the door, how many is asked
Sometimes it's the whole class
We all order Pepsi, they call it Pessi
Pronunciation can be a little messy
The Chinese man always know if you eating
So don't try to steal or they'll call a meeting
Of Bruce Lees and Jet Lis that will beat your ass
Turn it into grass
Make them pray for you at Mass
You'll never last
So don't bother, just pay up, bitch
Or Chef Wong will make sure you get a stitch
He's the guy in the white hat
Be sure of that
Don't disrespect Wong
He'll whoop your ass all night long
Back to the story, dogg
It's time to grab my food like a hog (white, I know)
Chicken Mushroom, Grilled Shrimp, Chicken Wing
I rap about it, but it could make me sing
Second round it's legs of crab
They're pretty..uh...fab...
The bill soon gon' come
But can't forget ice cream, cause it's fun
Fortune cookie, never free
Can't you n00bs see?
Gather the dollars
From all of these HKB ballers
Pay that $10.17
All the money is wiped clean
And now, we have nowhere to go.
(For Honnnnnng Kong!)
That's what I'm talkin' about. What. Random means anything...
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