(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 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 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 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, [?] 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