| Song | Happy Rappy |
| Artist | Das Racist |
| Album | Relax |
| [Intro] Yeah... ah... oh, shit! | |
| Das Racist! | |
| Ha! That's ridiculous! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 | |
| Get that guap, get that money | |
| Meathead, street cred | |
| Weed edge, | |
| Greedhead [Kool AD] | |
| Young child's | |
| Ponzi Waka | |
| Flocka Fonzie | |
| Sippin' Dom | |
| P, don glassage on | |
| Africa Buddhist suit, they write down my | |
| Agatha Christie mysteries | |
| Officer Rick | |
| Ross, gold chain | |
| Mr. T's Open every cell without a cuss(?) selling | |
| Acuras, it's a commercial | |
| Room full of | |
| Draculas, big commercial | |
| Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more? | |
| Paid for Rushmore, | |
| Larry Johnson, | |
| Fred the Godson | |
| Terry ___, ___, | |
| Dodge Durango | |
| Rango, Johnny | |
| Depp and Eric | |
| Bay reppin' it | |
| Alameda, don't step in it | |
| Used to stay there, now | |
| I stay where young | |
| Icarus went to daycare | |
| Hey, there! | |
| All you little kids better play fair! [Heems] | |
| Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid! | |
| One day I'll roll up and be like "What up, kid? I'm fitter, happier, more productive!" | |
| Until then | |
| I lay home and bump this "Loveless" | |
| Yeah, that's | |
| My Bloody | |
| Valentine | |
| Forty — cracker, don't call it | |
| My Bloody | |
| Valentine | |
| Call it my bloody country club | |
| Hindu thuggee come from blood | |
| Won't stop yellin' 'til | |
| I'm comfortable | |
| Tumblr full, wonderful | |
| Keep it 100, | |
| I'mma die, like, 10 times | |
| Be the first to run if | |
| I hear some lead fly | |
| Same by the | |
| Bed-Stuy(?) | |
| Stack chips with the | |
| Vegas I'll kill 'em with the – | |
| I'll kill 'em with the – [Outro -- repeat and fade out] | |
| Hello, yes, it's happy rappy! | |
| This is what you're hearing right now, actually |
| Intro Yeah... ah... oh, shit! | |
| Das Racist! | |
| Ha! That' s ridiculous! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 | |
| Get that guap, get that money | |
| Meathead, street cred | |
| Weed edge, | |
| Greedhead Kool AD | |
| Young child' s | |
| Ponzi Waka | |
| Flocka Fonzie | |
| Sippin' Dom | |
| P, don glassage on | |
| Africa Buddhist suit, they write down my | |
| Agatha Christie mysteries | |
| Officer Rick | |
| Ross, gold chain | |
| Mr. T' s Open every cell without a cuss? selling | |
| Acuras, it' s a commercial | |
| Room full of | |
| Draculas, big commercial | |
| Which little idiot wanna throw a piggy bank of more, much more? | |
| Paid for Rushmore, | |
| Larry Johnson, | |
| Fred the Godson | |
| Terry ___, ___, | |
| Dodge Durango | |
| Rango, Johnny | |
| Depp and Eric | |
| Bay reppin' it | |
| Alameda, don' t step in it | |
| Used to stay there, now | |
| I stay where young | |
| Icarus went to daycare | |
| Hey, there! | |
| All you little kids better play fair! Heems | |
| Yo, yo, this shit is too much, kid! | |
| One day I' ll roll up and be like " What up, kid? I' m fitter, happier, more productive!" | |
| Until then | |
| I lay home and bump this " Loveless" | |
| Yeah, that' s | |
| My Bloody | |
| Valentine | |
| Forty cracker, don' t call it | |
| My Bloody | |
| Valentine | |
| Call it my bloody country club | |
| Hindu thuggee come from blood | |
| Won' t stop yellin' ' til | |
| I' m comfortable | |
| Tumblr full, wonderful | |
| Keep it 100, | |
| I' mma die, like, 10 times | |
| Be the first to run if | |
| I hear some lead fly | |
| Same by the | |
| BedStuy? | |
| Stack chips with the | |
| Vegas I' ll kill ' em with the | |
| I' ll kill ' em with the Outro repeat and fade out | |
| Hello, yes, it' s happy rappy! | |
| This is what you' re hearing right now, actually |