White Boy

Are you not entertained, entertained, entertained?

Eat a grenade, go to sleep, bitch

Put a hole in your chest bigger than a deep dish

Get the fuck out the game, you makin' me sick

I'ma open up your face and make you eat shit

You probably shoulda ran when you fuckers had the chance

Now shit's hitting the fan and you peeing in your pants

You some Peter Pan pussies, come show 'em when you stand

You cryin' like a bitch when you supposed to be a man, huh!

Thought you was a thug and you came from the gutter

You a knucklehead lame ass faggot motherfucker, huh!

This is game time in the flame I hang up

Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time?

Hey crazy white boy

Hey crazy white boy

Turn that shit down

Turn that shit down

You know that America

You know that America

Ain't ready for the sound

Ain't ready for the sound

For them loud ass crackers, Jones and A-Cal

If you've gotta make arrangements you better do it now

Board all the windows up evacuate the town

'Cause the hurricanes are comin', knockin' it all down

What you all been waitin' for, man I seen it comin'

Put your checkers on the chessboard, now ain't that a dummy

Makin' moves you've never seen before, like that what's the plan man

You fell for the setup, now you lookin' like a scab,huh

Invadin' the castle but I hope you've got the trainin'

Real king, show no mercy buddy, you've got some explainin'

Violators, get hung, drawn and quartered for entertainment

If your kids are watchin' this channel you better make 'em change it

Face it, this is war, this is for all the shit you did before

This is more than the dirt road my truck your fishin' boy

You ain't qualified just 'cause you climbed up in the saddle

I can read the future, I can see you dyin' in this battle

Hey crazy white boy

Hey crazy white boy

Turn that shit down

Turn that shit down

You know that America