Public Enemy
I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care
I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah
I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose
Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah
You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude
Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you
Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that?
Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist
I like country and rap, they say I can't
I say I can, hold up, matter of fact
I'm sayin', listen
Racism is at an all-time high in America
I don't judge people by their color
I just judge them on their character
Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in
Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit
Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge
I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper
Stomp your head in
Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American
Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it
Take that fuckin' towel off your head
I don't like the way you wearin' it
Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists
In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans
Walk around, skinny pants
Where the fuck are mom and dad?
But I'm supposed to honor that?
Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object
I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck
Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is
You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive
Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger
You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture?
I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care
I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah
I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose
Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah
Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun
Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from
Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh
Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map
You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle
I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble
I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart
I take action, you actin', learn to play your part
You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud
Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song
Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic
I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors
It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better
Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together
Don't you ever say my name
I'll expose ya
Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers
Game over
I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah
I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose
Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah
You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude
Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you
Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that?
Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist
I like country and rap, they say I can't
I say I can, hold up, matter of fact
I'm sayin', listen
Racism is at an all-time high in America
I don't judge people by their color
I just judge them on their character
Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in
Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit
Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge
I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper
Stomp your head in
Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American
Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it
Take that fuckin' towel off your head
I don't like the way you wearin' it
Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists
In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans
Walk around, skinny pants
Where the fuck are mom and dad?
But I'm supposed to honor that?
Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object
I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck
Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is
You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive
Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger
You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture?
I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care
I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah
I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose
Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah
Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun
Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from
Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh
Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map
You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle
I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble
I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart
I take action, you actin', learn to play your part
You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud
Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song
Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic
I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors
It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better
Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together
Don't you ever say my name
I'll expose ya
Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers
Game over
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