With so much drama in the DMZ
It’s kinda hard being Kim Jong number three
But I, somehow, some way
Keep coming up with nuclear tests, like, every single day
May I kick a little something for the tankies? (Yeah…?)
And make a few friends in the west, please? (Yeah!)
Two in the morning and the party’s still jumping
Cos my daddy’s long gone
I got a gulag full of people who crossed Tha Jong
And they ain’t leaving til … well, ever, lol
So what you wanna do? Shit
I got a pocket full of missiles and my homeboys do too
So turn out the lights and lock the door, and…
What? The power’s off? Noooooo
Well, we gon’ boil some starch to this
Gs up, hoes down while you motherfuckers march to this
Rollin’ down the street, closed the window,
Sippin’ on gin and juche
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Well, now, I got me some UN aid
Everybody’s lining up but they ain’t done paid
See, this types of shit happens all the time
You gotta get yours, comrade, I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you’re chillin’ in the PYG
I got the secret-ass police who be shootin’ he or she
Who don’t listen to the words that I speak
As I take me my drink to the middle of the street
And get a-rappin’ to this bitch named Ko Yong (“Kooyong?”)
She used to be my daddy’s ding-dong (“Oh that bitch?”)
180 degrees, when I tell that bitch, geez
You my mama but you sees, you was born Japanese,
At ease, you ‘bout to die of a mystery disease!
Biatch, I’m just
Rollin’ down the street, closed the window,
Sippin’ on gin and juche
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)
Later on that day, the whole DPRK chipped in for a fifth of Tanqueray
And a takeaway of some bubonic tonic that make me choke
Shit, this is a joke
Can’t we get Fever Tree? Shit is fucked up now
But there ain’t no stoppin’, I’m still poppin’
And damn, now here comes Dennis Rodman
…Dennis Rodman? Bitch, I ordered MJ
Pack this fool straight to the gu-laay
Don’t be upset, Worm, that’s just how it goes
I don’t love the proles, I’m out the door
And I’ll be
Rollin’ down the street, closed the window,
Sippin’ on gin and juche
(With my mind on my money and my money on my mind)