Operation: Kill Stormfront

Middle America is not my equal (Middle America is not my equal) I will never-, I will never sell out to rich white people (I will never sell out to rich white people) Never get a job, guess I'll stay broke (Never get a job, guess I'll stay broke) And I spend all my free time sniffin' cocaine! Uh, yeah Question, if niggas had buying power Do you think Taylor Swift would sell a million copies of- (bullshit)? The CD format or digital download, I swear to god These redneck tweens are in they mothefuckin' zone I wanna chop their fucking heads off, feed them to my ex-boss Who used to run the town ('Til I cut his fucking legs off!) How's he doing? I feed him (yeah), occasionally beat him Treat him like I tricked the Eldrick (yeah) Stick around for the money, watch it pile tall Wait for an opening, then sue him for it all Bought a 360 Slim, with that projector tall Laid back, playing Ops Black: Duty of Call (Woo!) Won a 70 inch TV, courtesy of my punching bag lover Ooh, girl, there'll never be another (nope) And it seems there's only way out of this and So please someone tell these fucking Motörhead fans (Aw!) I will slap the horseshit out of Lemmy Kilmister Cut his chops off, nigga, give them to Kid Sister Tired of these old-ass fuckin' baby boomers (old fuckers) Thinking everything without guitars just isn't music So, Jay-Z is bullshit? Kanye is bullshit? But Eminem is cool? (Uh), bullshit Faggots never seen it, lived it, or went through it They just denounce it, 'cause they are not in tune with it (Ha!) But I know what's your fucking problem, dude (What's that?) It seems like ain't nobody ever noticed you (true) You the type of guy to have a bad day Get your panties in a bunch, fuck around and go Postal 2 Like Frankie, what happened? Commence to clapping (oh no) I just saw 8 Mile, commence to rapping (yup) My dad's Forrest Gump, yo, commence to acting I'ma start a revolution like Prince's faction (Word to him!) But these problems, they killing me (word) I'm like Mr. T without the mohawk Another nigga rockin' jewelry A buff, bland nigga that's all committed to coonery But 'round here? We got a saying for that, G It goes, "You are not my equal I will never sell out to rich white people (nope) Never get a job, guess I'll stay broke And I spend all of my free time sniffin' coke" (yeah) I need some different punchlines and lyrics that you can skate to So I can sell records to kids I can't relate to Sell out shows that I always show up late to And fuck model broads I usually masturbate to Sticky purp, call it great glue Use it anytime I need to fix my mental And I ain't wanna say nothin' But I became a better writer when I stopped usin' pencils Uh, so shoutout to the Cs (word) Shoutout to everyone in the GOP Shoutout to my niggas (yeah), fighting for the cause (yeah) Shoutout to that dumb ass bitch Sarah Heath These redneck motherfuckers want me dead (Fuck y'all!) So I wrote 'em all a poem, this is how it went It went, "Fuck Glenn Beck, fuck Juan Williams and Fox News And if you like any of them, then fuck you too"