Yeah boy, baby do it, get ya no pants and rum on
Black guys talking in French, ask someone
If you wanna shake a little and you're into good tequila
Get up on the next air flight
Yeah, meet me in the airport right before it crumbles into rubble
And we'll dance until we die
Get inside, never mind
Everything is now outside
If you're feeling like you need a little bit of privacy
You get a towel on your thighs
You got change, I need a peso
Or maybe two, I got no cable
I'm eating Lay's with a cicada
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want food, Soup Lite, a bite of rice
I need food, Klondikes, come on, let me eat, I need potatoes
Dude, we'll die, you're white, send stuff
I need suits, and pipes, send a check to me
I live in Haiti
I'm from the place that's always shaking on me
We got a earthquake, they call us Quakers now
But ain't got a bowl of oatmeal, ain't got a plate on me
I'm eating a bug and drinking lake water
Send a cup of Pepsi and a waffles and a bacon
Life out here is good till the ground starts shaking
You see anybody on a cruise?
Don't let 'em through, we gotta
Sell em necklace and a spoon, uh-uh, let's go
Let's hook a bike to Trisha Paytas
We'll get to KFC within minutes
You have to get a ticket, come to Haiti on vacation
I ask you say a prayer, and send a couple payments
Need ketchup and some pickles and a bun
Our life is messed up
You black kids need to pull your pants up
Claire, let's get Theo and play dress up and rape
We want cheese, we want some mayonnaise
Some pickle too, a burger patty
A milk shake, some fries and napkins
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want food, call Mike's, subs right, now I want
Meal two, small size, with a BLT, minus tomato
Who made my cup of Sprite, it's flat
Fuck you, send it back, now I'm still thirsty, I live in Haiti
If we had Asians here tonight
They could find ways to make it right
General chicken call to dine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I live in Haiti
If we had Asians here tonight
They would calculate and mathemize
Wish we had Asians here tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We living out in Haiti with our pants off
We dancing high on ketamine and bath salts
They sent us fettuccine with some ranch sauce
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We built a little city on a bad fault
It shook a little and we had a bad fall
Jesus even saying it's his dad's fault
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We want gays, a little Asians
A couple Jews, the real estate'll
Pick up in days, they bring good ratings
Ay, look man
We want food, alright, some pie, come right
Now bring food, on rye, come on, let me eat
I live in Haiti
We got AIDS here tonight
Need to get paid to make it right
Couple more Asians making rice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I live in Haiti
We are the Haitians getting by
We need some help but not from whites
Call up the nation of Islam
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want food, call Mike, to call Shike, to call Mark
I need food, I stole bikes, come on, let me eat, I live in Haiti
