Dats TD From city to city, coast to coast, Friday night is the night they like to party the most. If imitation is the greatest form of flattery, Punk, don’t flatter me. The Chinamen built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim, And in return, the Pilgrim killed ‘em. They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday ‘hell-day.’ I come strong, I make knowledge born, I flip the script and rock on From P.M. past to fucking down Layin niggas so flat, homies think you plankin’, Only realize you dead when the corpse start stankin’.