That’s your mom’s crib right? I’m not even bombing, it’s a fact
I can tell, I see the tapestry she made of our used condoms in the back
You look at my pic and go fat jokes, that’s all these eyes see
Meanwhile I look at yours and go “Waiter… there’s a few hairs in my refried beans”
I can’t tell what ethnicity you are, your Half Baked look is confusing me
I’d threaten to kill my little Mexican friend, but he’d just say “I’m Cuban, B!”
You’re married? I bet your wife’s glad that it’s done
Throwing rice as they walked down the aisle… Wal-Mart’s international one
If your girl ever praised your hair cut, you better choke her
Because that's an uglier end to a side part than Ledger's Joker
This isn’t your picture, right? I’m geeking on this pansy
Looking like an Indian in the Cupboard sequel, Puerto Rican in a Pantry
Your ear’s hilarious, and next to that face it’s devastation
Thing resembles a Red Lobster so much Bard’s trying to make a reservation