作词 : Devon Hendryx
作曲 : Devon Hendryx
Middle america is not my equal (middle america is not my equal)
I will, 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 of my free time sniffin’ coooooooooookeeeee
Ugh, yeah
Question, if n-gg-s had buying power
Do you think taylor swift could sell a million copies of bullsh-t?
The cd format or digital download
I swear to god these redneck tweens are in their motherf-cking zone
I wanna chop their motherf-ckin’ heads off
Feed them to my ex-boss
Who used to the run the town (till i cut his f-cking 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 opps black, duty of call (wooo)
On a 70 inch tv, courtesy of my punching bag lover
Ooouu girl, there’ll never be another (no)
It seems, like there’s only one way and
Someone please tell these f-cking motorhead fans (ah)
I will slap the horsesh-t out of lemmy, k!ll mr
Cut his chops off, n-gg-, give them to kid sister
Tired of these old-ss f-cking baby boomers thinking everything without guitars isn’t music (oh my f-cking god)
So, jay-z is just bullsh-t? kanye is bullsh-t?
But eminem is cool? (ehhhhhhhh)
Bullsh-t
F-ggots never seen it, lived it or went through it
They just denounce it cause they are not in tune with it (haaa)
But i know what’s your f-cking problem, dude (what’s that?)
Seems like ain’t n-body ever noticed you (true)
You the type of guy have a bad day, get your panties in a bunch
F-ck around and go postal too
Like franky, 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 k!lling me (what?)
I’m like mr. t without the mohawk, another n-gg- rockin’ jewelry
A buff, bland n-gg- that’s all committed to c–nery
Around here, we got a saying for that, g
It goes
You are not my equal (equal)
I will never sell out to rich white people (nope)
Never get a job, guess i stay broke (guess i stay broke)
And i spend all of my free time sniffing c-ke (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 f-ck model broads i usually m-st-rb-t- to
-Sniff- sticky purp, 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
Ugh, so shoutout to the cs (word)
Shoutout to everyone in the gop
Shoutout to my n-gg-s (yeah)
Fighting for the cause (yeah)
Shoutout to that dumb-ss b-tch sarah heath
These redneck motherf-ckers want me dead (f-ck y’all)
So i wrote them all a poem, this is how it went
It went “f-ck glenn beck, f-ck juan williams and f-ck fox news
And if you like any of them, then f-ck you too”
Bam!