Ghetto Assed Buiscuits

Throw the Democracy, At The Republicans

Smoke weed, don't do it, but say you did

Whatever you say about me, doesn't change those facts

That I'd like to kill you, you punk ass bitch.

Look at the texture of my pants

To suck the semen out of your ass, which will be grass

Let me tell you something pal, the news it never changes

But with a face like that, you are defining strangeness

ba la la la.

la la la la

Don't ask your master for permission! You must kill your master!

For when he lynches you, there won't be resolution

Just name calling, and burning crosses

In your front yard. In your back yard.

Just with in ear shot

Well, is that okay?

But never mind

For all is said and done

And when all is said and done

It's real,  but it's been fun

In the world, of no solitude.

la la la la

la la la la

Bye