Hey man, where'd you get that thang?
I look up in the sky I seen a boomerang
Everyone else was on the scene like "Man, let's hang"
I rang the bell of freedom like naw, that's Barack's boome-

Who dat rocks
On Philadelphia's blocks?
Bam, I ain't sick
My shit's healthy as a ox
Box with a ox flip it dang
I'm slick with the slang flow
Stick wit ya mang, yo
Bamboo got the bang (whoa)
Plank-walk my tongue
Watch the poetry tango
You're duckin' the boomerang like
A flock of flamingos
Then I flamenco on the neck of your gang
Heckle, strangle 'em rip out their fangs, faux pas foe
When Barack Obam-bomb let the specter of anger grow
The blood'll hang slow like the nectar of mango
Me? I only want the truth or truth
Turn 'em a Jesus cheek
Not a tooth'll come loose
But toss a boomerang at your enemy
Smack a bird
Chop a tree down
Swing back around
And you whack a curb
Oh no, don't you do the Liu Kang throw
Wait up, don't let your boomerang go!

Hey there Homer Simpson
Why you such a drag?
Chokin' your kids with a dip in your sofa
And donuts in your bag
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang
Now where'd you get that thang?
Hey there Shlockarama
Seen you in a magazine
Talkin' off my ear about your new haircut
And how your tanks are goin' green
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang
No where'd you get that thang?
Now your solar powered machine guns
And recycled B-52s
Are hittin' the heads of
The girls wearin' Keds
And they won't be in the news
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang

Broke in my Jncos dreamed when pockets would jangle
Now I got a bankroll in the sock of my ankle
How could you way a soul?
Savages way is dull
They carry casino chips in Sacagawea's skull
(Boomerang)
Yall chuck 'em at Bamboo rap rambo
Cuckolds with camcorders'll fuck up your fam' though
I fight for we, oui-oui you weak
You little wee-wee. We as in we the people
Not a fuckin' Nintendo
Buckin' commandoes
Truckin' look for a dam jewel
Bombin' the sand home of
Girls chuckin' a sandal
It ain't cool man
It aint' cool
Greedy dead fools lay in a pool of Red Bull
As assholes amass flagpoles and
Blast bowling bowls with only one hole
And a wick finger
Chicks linger with the ghost
Of Kissinger
When the bomb lands in the palms
Of this rap-singer

Hey there Homer Simpson
Why you such a drag?
Chokin' your kids with a dip in your sofa
And donuts in your bag
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang
Now where'd you get that thang?
Hey there Shlockarama
Seen you in a magazine
Talkin' off my ear about your new haircut
And how your tanks are goin' green
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang
No where'd you get that thang?
Now your solar powered machine guns
And recycled B-52s
Are hittin' the heads of
The girls wearin' Keds
And they won't be in the news
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
You got your boomerang
Whoa oh oh oh
I got da boom-boom bang

B-O-O-M-E-are-A-N-G
Goes so far
It makes your enemies run
Then come back for more fun

I don't like no Bush or Wackorama
No matter how stealth or black your bomber
Ak-47 or a knife on a llama
I'm just tryina get a raise for my momma
Grab on the beat and let go
Golly
Grab on the street when I flow
Follow me
Dollar-for-dollar father I know I probably
Got a beat to make you feel so jolly

Rockin' a slingshot let go
Bam!
Rockin' a slingshot let go
Bam!
Zombie music on radio
Bam!
Wham, bam, thank you Vandamme
'Nother scam
No bombs we boomerang back around
To the idiot on the ground
No bombs they boomerang back around
To the idiot on the ground