They yelled out "Nigga-lover!"   From the candy store   At the anti-war group hug   Putting computer bugs in the infrastructure of the World Bank   With white-guilt accepting big-lipped puckers   From any two-bit Chris Tuckers      They yelled out "Cave bitch!"   And I'm an extra in the matrix   With my hands on Carrie Anne-Moss's tits   Acting very standoffish   They salute a married man's soft prick   I'm the color of an egglant   But I send my mulatto babies to space camp      They yelled out "Underground!"   Without me heads have seizures like they're hypoglycemic   You put me in the player and my skypro's denied   It won't read the disc   And even if you'd cared   You'd be like, "Fuck your lyrics,   I'm a hedonist who sleeps with Liz Phair."      They yelled out "Towel head!"   A middle American said he ate a falafel   It tasted awful and now his bowels bled   And soon Muslims at a mosque were found dead   On a burning wooden cross      They yelled out "Dirty hippie!"   Looking like a Martian landing party   And cut our college grant because they suspect we plan anarchy   We'll deprogram you, you Al Qaeda sympathizer   And carve a tree with a Trans Am car key   To build a Mantan's marquee      They yelled "Slut!"   At my post-coital O-face   And lecherous sweat musk that I showcased   But it was heartfelt when I undid her garter belt   But I watched the love that I harbored melt      They yelled out "Bum!"   At the frosted tips of my mullet duck tail   Walking in the upscale bar and grill   Where fools tuck their tails behind large bills   And I'm a cynic during wartime   I'm an unattractive thrift store find      I yelled out "Fascist!"   At the robotic orphan-makers   Running for office in the form of Schwarzeneggers   They will digitally alter your torture chamber   To look just like a bath and spa   Without sanction of international law      My coarse hair means I'm into petty theft, right?   There's an imbalance of the lord's prayers to lefty's laments, right?   But you can't offend me or Of Mexican Descent, Right   We've heard a thousand Fuck you's   Yes we have      Love is not enough   So why defrost that frozen kiss   Your happy skies are cotton puffs   your modest lover's focus shifts      Love is not enough   So why defrost that frozen kiss   You toast apathy bottoms-up   And take your reality, load it to disk      Why do you hate me?   Is it my numerous releases on Ninja Tune?   Or my on-going fling with Reese Witherspoon   Or is it because I'm the indecent Mr. Coon   Who occasionally takes trips to the moon?   I know it's because I made my hip-hop cookies   And didn't let you lick the spoon   Or because we make girls throw fits and swoon   And I'll reduce your club to talcum dust, too   And accompany your thousand Fuck you's   With this here Lefty's Lament      Love is not enough