Paris (Rap)
Baby Man Hands
[Verse 1: Paris]
Born and raised where the faces are pasty
In a place where your race is the best cheek
Got his first taste believin’ it greatly
But was laced out the gate with the best lead
Daddy Fred, put hella millions on his head start
After getting pinched at a klan march
Just the average, pro white, simpleton
Fuckboy birthright made out of privilege
Baby man hand bitch
Baby man hands with the grift
Baby man hands with the ban on the muslim
Baby man hands takin’ parents from kids
Come again, come again, come again (What?)
Banged on the dems and republicans (What?)
Blame it on the TV president (Huh..)
Fame got the little man lustin’ for some…
Make America great
But when was America great?
When was America safe?
Especially if your face is a different shade
Man fuck what they sayin’, look

[Hook]
Baby man hands, baby man hands
Baby man hands, baby man hands
Baby man hands, baby man hands
Baby man hands, baby man ha-
[Verse 2: Paris]
How that coal workin’ out for ya
How that farmin’ you know workin’ out for ya
How them terrorists feel makin’ real terrorist
Blue eyed school shootin’ white boys havin’ fits
More government bailouts
For the people who say get the hell out
For the people who claim they’ve had it
But meet the new welfare queen heroin addicts
Skin thin as a motherfucker
Still horny for Stormy but can’t cuff her
Still cuffed by Vladimir that is clear
Still got eyes for his daughter but can’t fuck her (Eeeeeewwww!!!!)
Call Trump University
Cause this fake shit brings out the worst in me
Fake news, fake views, fake telecasts
Fed to the fake by the fake full of fake facts
Fuck y’all with Kellyanne’s dick
And start picking truth over fake shit
Start realizing you made this dimwit, racist, rapist, president
Come again with a true story
Grab ‘em by the pussy and go for it
Grab ‘em by the Fox News cast whore
Do what you want, there will be no arrest warrant
Cause he here for the take
With hotels, vodka and steaks
Suckin’ off the EPA
While the whole planet get fried
Realize that it’s fine people on both sides
And I’m fresh out of tears
Fresh out of fucks I could give
Fresh out of love long as police shootin’ at kids
Fresh out, get the fuck out of here, baby man hands
[Hook]
Baby man hands, baby man hands (Uh huh)
Baby man hands, baby man hands (Okay)
Baby man hands, baby man hands (That’s right)
Baby man hands, baby man hands (Uh huh)
Baby man hands, baby man hands (There he go)
Baby man hands, baby man hands (Wipe his nose)
Baby man hands, baby man hands (Ha ha)
Baby man hands, baby man hands

[Verse 3: Paris]
One little, two little, three little L’s
Tell us his mental capacity failed
Tell us he’s mental and gone off the rails
Maybe you’ll call Kavanaugh for some help
Bone spurs, deferred
Still talks tough but ain’t served
Still struck a nerve when the word got out about crowd size
So he brought up Hillary and Barack’s lies
Can’t fuck with the DUMB
We stuck with the DUMB
No luck with the DUMB
Can’t understand why they still can’t get a raise
Hard knock life when the stock price still raised
But America’s great
For some it ain’t up for debate
And some eat lobster and steak
And some just pray
And some can’t wait for the change