White Boy

(Album: Crazy White Boy - 2019)

(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 making 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 crying 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 hang time?

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 coming, knocking it all down

What you all been waiting for, man I seen it coming
Put your checkers on the chessboard, now ain't that a dummy
Making moves you've never seen before, [?] what's the plan man
You fell for the setup, now you looking like a [?]
Inviting the castle but I hope you've got the training
Real king, show no mercy buddy, you've got some explaining [?]
Laters, get home, drawn a quarter for entertainment
If your kids are watching 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 dying 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 coming, knocking it all down