White Boy

(Are you not entertained, entertained, entertained?)

Eat a grenade, go to sleep, bitch

Put a hole in your chest bigger than a bitch

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

I'ma open 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

Thought you was a thug and you came from the gutter

You a knucklehead lame ass faggot motherfucker

This is game town and

Who the fuck said white boys ain't got

Hey crazy white boy

Turn that shit down

You know that America

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

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

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

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

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

Laters, get home, drawn a quarter 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

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

Turn that shit down

You know that America

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