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
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
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Bradley Calhoun, Thomas Daniel Toner, Matthew David Jones
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