Hey man where'd you get that thang?
I look up in the sky I seen a boomerang
Everyone else was on the scene like "Man let's hang"

I rang the bell of freedom like naw that's Barack's boome-

Who dat rocks

On Philadelphia's blocks?
Bam I ain't sick
My %#@!'s healthy as a ox

Box with a ox flip it dang
I'm slick with the slang flow
Stick wit ya mang yo

Bamboo got the bang (whoa)
Plank-walk my tongue
Watch the poetry tango

You're duckin' the boomerang like
A flock of flamingos
Then I flamenco on the neck of your gang

Heckle strangle 'em rip out their fangs faux pas foe
When Barack Obam-bomb let the specter of anger grow
The blood'll hang slow like the nectar of mango

Me? I only want the truth or truth
Turn 'em a Jesus cheek
Not a tooth'll come loose

But toss a boomerang at your enemy
Smack a bird
Chop a tree down

Swing back around
And you whack a curb
Oh no don't you do the Liu Kang throw

Wait up don't let your boomerang go!

Hey there Homer Simpson

Why you such a drag?
Chokin' your kids with a dip in your sofa
And donuts in your bag

Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh

You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang

Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang
Now where'd you get that thang?

Hey there Shlockarama
Seen you in a magazine
Talkin' off my ear about your new haircut

And how your tanks are goin' green
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang

Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh

You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang

No where'd you get that thang?
Now your solar powered machine guns
And recycled B-52s

Are hittin' the heads of
The girls wearin' Keds
And they won't be in the news

Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh

You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang

Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang


Broke in my Jncos dreamed when pockets would jangle
Now I got a bankroll in the sock of my ankle
How could you way a soul?

Savages way is dull
They carry casino chips in Sacagawea's skull
(Boomerang)
Yall chuck 'em at Bamboo rap rambo
Cuckolds with camcorders'll $#&@ up your fam' though

I fight for we oui-oui you weak
You little wee-wee. We as in we the people
Not a $#&@in' Nintendo
Buckin' commandoes
Truckin' look for a dam jewel

Bombin' the sand home of
Girls chuckin' a sandal
It ain't cool man
It aint' cool
Greedy dead fools lay in a pool of Red Bull

As $$#holes amass flagpoles and
Blast bowling bowls with only one hole
And a wick finger
Chicks linger with the ghost
Of Kissinger

When the bomb lands in the palms
Of this rap-singer

Hey there Homer Simpson
Why you such a drag?
Chokin' your kids with a dip in your sofa

And donuts in your bag
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang

Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang
Now where'd you get that thang?
Hey there Shlockarama
Seen you in a magazine
Talkin' off my ear about your new haircut
And how your tanks are goin' green

Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh

I got da boom-boom bang
No where'd you get that thang?
Now your solar powered machine guns
And recycled B-52s
Are hittin' the heads of
The girls wearin' Keds
And they won't be in the news

Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh

I got da boom-boom bang

B-O-O-M-E-R-A-N-G
Goes so far
It makes your enemies run
Then come back for more fun

I don't like no Bush or Wackorama
No matter how stealth or black your bomber
AK-47 or a knife on a llama
I'm just tryina get a raise for my momma
Grab on the beat and let go
Golly
Grab on the street when I flow
Follow me
Dollar-for-dollar father I know I probably
Got a beat to make you feel so jolly

Rockin' a slingshot let go
Bam!
Rockin' a slingshot let go
Bam!
Zombie music on radio
Bam!
Wham bam thank you Vandamme
'Nother scam
No bombs we boomerang back around
To the idiot on the ground
No bombs they boomerang back around
To the idiot on the ground