Vietnamese rap

Vietnamese: Indians are stupid Shot them like I'm cupid Left me mad and fuming Past on track zooming In on maps fluid In your mouth druid Shoot a shot pewing Sure we are attracted to feet, at least its not our own brothers. Every call I get seems, like it was your mother. Hiding in forage, hiding in sight, can't find us, we know our strives, back to new Delhi, back to Mumbai, but they are no Americans in sight, hating on you, for hating on me, got a trunk, with a seat, killing you for some meat, mangle your bodies take off your toes, half of citizens eat muck chow, done with rap, done with flow, running out of oxygen like it's the ozone