(Intro)
Eske. That kid from down the block.
And I’m not talking about the hood.
I’m talking about the culdesac.
And I know you’ve probably never heard anyone from there rap before but..
Pay close attention

(Verse 1)
Suburbs 101, When Eske’s on the beat It’s over and done.
I’ve been sitting on this throne, my ring gleams in the sun.
Another rapper on my level, homie there can be none.
You know I battle like I’m Charlie Sheen, I’ve already won
But first, I’ll ask missy just to pass that dutch.
I’m King Midas, cuz this track has turned to gold in my clutch.
Ripping beats like it was hammertime, I can’t be touched.
Cuz I’ve been smoking bones and drinking just a little too much.
HAH…a fucking slacker, check my GPA.
Sipping on a glass of tonic mixed with Tanqueray
Living like there’s no tomorrow, cuz tomorrow’s today.
And I don’t ever want to graduate, it causes dismay.
Ugh, and all these motherfuckers don’t know shit about me,
So before you get to doubting, listen to the words I’m spouting.
I’m an overflowing faucet, and you fools just get to drowning.
Try to keep up with the sharks, boy your teeth are only crowning.
You think that you’re a rapper? man, you must be fucking clowning.
I’ve seen beggars earning more than you will ever be amounting.
Call me Fielder, I knock it out the park, you’re just fouling.
cuz I’m Prince of this Milwaukee shit, to me you will be bowing.
Screaming “Long Live The King!”, and just in case your mind is clouding,
B-Money is the name that you should all be fucking shouting.
Meditating on you haters, cuz that man is “Zen as Fuck”
And his mind has been enlightened, while you other rappers stuck.
Man we talk about the burbs while you talk about the trap
Catch us chillin poolside, clad in goggles and a cap
Brad’s sucking down a MaiTai while I just take a nap
Getting red from all the sun cuz we’re a couple blanco chaps.
Uh, Man I’m living the dream like Joseph Gordon Levitt
“Sir, there’s not enough on your card”, well charge that shit to credit.
Spend all my days just browsing on reddit.
Once you listen to my music, you’ll be cheering, go get it! Like:

(HOOK)
Go white boy, it’s your birthday
Go white boy, it’s your birthday (What?)
Go white boy, it’s your birthday (That shit’s corny as fuck dude…)
Go white boy, it’s your birthday

And I don’t give a fuck how cheesy I am.
Kraft blue box on you bitches, I’m the cheesiest man.
You think I care about the way that you’re perceiving me, damn.
I couldn’t give a shit, I haven’t since the day this began.
So unless you find some laxitives, then that’ll stay the same.
Cuz I live my life for me, impressing yous just not my aim.
Man I’ll stick to what I know, that’s what separates my name
From all these lames that sold out for a little fame, ain’t that a shame? (yep)
Man all those poser rappers make me want to vomit.
It’s just sad you have to act like someone else to fill your wallet
If that’s how this game of music is, then I don’t ever want it.
I’ll just stick to smoking blunts and floating round amongst the comets.
So step into the gauntlet and I’ll tear you all to shreds.
Call me Maximus, I’m never gonna stop until you’re dead.
For the lies that you have said, I’ll snatch that crown up off your head
They’ll be chanting this while I just spit the truth in your stead, like

(HOOK)
Go white boy, it’s your birthday.
Go white boy, it’s your birthday
Go white boy, it’s your birthday
Go white boy, it’s your birthday

Yeah uh, do it
Uh yeah, get it
Uh, bitch...(record scractch)

(Woman's voice)
Matt, what the hell are you doing?

Uhm...I..uhm, nothing, yeah. Er, nothing...