Chinese Rap

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah Ayo, china, it's time. It's time, china (aight, china, begin). Straight out the big dungeons of rap. The chong drops deep as does my ching. I never eat, 'cause to eat is the china of ring. Beyond the walls of chihuahuas, life is defined. I think of Chinese when I'm in a China state of mind. Hope the fling got some string. My swing don't like no dirty cling. Run up to the spring and get the ring. In a China state of mind. What more could you ask for? The small chong? You complain about me being racist about china. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the song. I'm rappin' to the ding, And I'm gonna move your ring. Buff, slender, ching, like a bing Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a swing. I can't take the me being racist about china, can't take the bong. I woulda tried to dog I guess I got no tang. I'm rappin' to the ring, And I'm gonna move your ding. Yea, yaz, in a China state of mind. When I was young my china had a schlong. I waz kicked out without no tang. I never thought I'd see that song. Ain't a soul alive that could take my china's throng. A chong dong is quite the throng. Thinking of Chinese. Yaz, thinking of Chinese (Chinese [until it ends]).