invasionist

i've got a riddle, what's little and talks big, with midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle, that'll do anything to throw dirt on my name, if it means walking the whole mediterranean, is he an albanian, armenian, iranian, tazmanian, no it's dave, raymond and oh, osorio, so sorry whoa, but that was a long time ago, when i was just joe shmo, rapping in joe blow's basement, i apologized fo' it before, so, either accept it or you don't, and let's move on, if i ain't shown that i've grown, then get the bone, keep licking these nuts, you industry mutts, keep walking around sniffing each other's butts, or should i say asses?, what would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses?, the question i ask is. how can i explain this?, how can i swing this, in english language?, if i switch to slang and turn mayn to mayn, do i do it in vain, or simply to entertain?, am i being real or am i being fake, am i just a fraud or am i truly genuine, or am i caught up in this hot water, woady on my daughter i told you i love this culture, don't let em insult ya, i'ma tell you one more 'gain, this is the environment that i was brought up 'in, but every now and 'then, i use my 'pen, to get rid of some frustration, or should i say shon, is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism?, your face is numb, you're stunned you look as cold, like that of a man who's 70 some years old, and it only gets colder, which is why i understand, i can't be mad at a forty four year old fan, with a chip on his shoulder, who only owns half of a magazine, and the only way to have it seen, is to put me on the front of it again, only thing that makes him grin, is to see me frown, papa can't stand me, papa needs to take his medication and sit the *** down, in his new chair that goes round and round, that he bought from new money in his bank account, that i get him every issue when the thang comes out, sit back and let his puffy clown hair come out, and let his black side arm wrestle his white side, yell apartheid loud enough that he might slide, he might find someone dumb enough who might ride, but ain't nobody over here buying two white guys, disguised as pro-black there's no slack for a hartford college grad, in a fitted hat and a hunch back, standing by the clearance coat rack, in some old slacks and some rso throwbacks, yeah