My name is Rob and I’m here to start the show
by bringing my own special brand of whitey flow
you've heard songs by all the resticles and festicles
now its time to hear a song by the throbbing testicles
we ain't got a whole lot to say about this nation
I'm telling you all that we've got this neat formation
that one day we're gonna break free from tradition
I'll quit being a honkey I'm on a black collision!

I wanna be black on the outside
just like I feel black on the inside
I wanna be Black Rob on the outside
wear pantyhose on my head I’ll show you my phat side

P-H-A-T that’s fat, you know where it's at

Nick is the bassist of our little band
when he plays the bass I can see his hand
and his stubby little fingers with his lack of fingernails
and you know that every time he plays that he fails
Travis is the guitarist of our brand new group
and you know he likes to sing and you know he likes to poop
Derek on the percussion and you can't quite shun
the awesomness from his little tiny fists
And Bill!

Monday Wednesday Friday you know I go to work
and he stares back at me like I’m some kinda jerk
I'm dancing all around while he's giving looks of scorning
c'mon now who pooped in your cereal this morning?
Black Rob tries to tell me that I should just quit trying
but if I'm feeling the flow you know that I’ll be flying
you give me a shot you know I wont' be a lamester
I'll show you all now who’s the one cracker gangster