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 stay broke (Never get a job, guess I stay broke) And I spend all my free time sniffin' coke Uh, yeah Question: If niggas had buying power Do you think Taylor Swift could sell a million copies of bullshit? The CD format or digital download I swear to god these redneck tweens Are in they motherfucking zone I wanna chop their fuckin' heads off Feed them to my ex-boss Who used to the 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 treat the elders (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 Laid back playing Ops Black, Duty of Call (wooo) On a 70 inch TV, courtesy of my punching bag lover Ooh girl, there'll never be another (no) And it seems, like there's only one way out this end So please, someone tell these fucking Motörhead fans (ah) I will slap the horseshit out of Lemmy Kilmister Cut his chops off, nigga, give them to Kid Sister Tired of these oldass fucking baby boomers Thinking everything without guitars isn't music (oh my fucking god) So, Jay-Z is just bullshit? Kanye is bullshit? But Eminem is cool? (uhh) Bullshit Faggots never seen it, lived it or went through it They just denounce it cause they are not in tune with it (haaaah) But I know what's your fucking problem, dude (what's that?) Seems like ain't nobody ever noticed you (true) You the type of guy have a bad day, get your panties in a bunch Fuck around and go postal too Like frankly, what happened? Commence to clapping I just saw 8 mile, commence to rapping (yup) My dad is Forrest Gump, yo commence to acting Imma start a revolution like Prince's faction But these problems are killing me (what?) I'm like Mr. T without the mohawk Another nigga rockin' jewelry A buff, bland nigga that's all committed to coonery Around 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 stay broke And I spend all of my free time sniffing 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 purrp, call it great glue Use it any time I need to fix my mental And I ain't wanna say nothing But I became a better writer when I stopped using 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 dumbass bitch Sarah Heath These redneck motherfuckers want me dead (fuck y'all) So I wrote them all a poem, this is how it went It went, fuck Glenn Beck, fuck Juan Williams and fuck Fox News And if you like any of them, then fuck you too