I am not your friend I am not your lover This could be the end If you come steppin' to me motherfucker Blame it on Muslims Blame it on the brothers Call us terrorists But we know that the problem is you We don't want your American pie, cuz you bitches don't use seasonings! When you fall asleep at night, are you scared we're coming for you? When you see us walking by, are you afraid we're gonna BLOW? Put you on a plane out to the sky Now you're dead. Now you're dead Oh, now you're dead I am not the one You don't want these problems Bring it to my door And I will shut you down motherfucker Blame it on the poor Blame it on Latinos You call us fuckin thugs But we know that the looter is you We don't want your American pie, cuz you bitches don't use seasonings! When you fall asleep at night, are you scared we're coming for you? When you see us walking by, are you afraid we're gonna BLOW? Put you on a plane out to the sky Now your dead. Now your dead You don't wanna step to me Step to we. Step to us I swear you will get the bizniz Come for me or come for us at all I will put you in your grave!