Operation: Kill Stormfront (Original) lyrics

[Chorus]
Middle America is not my equal
(Middle America is not my equal)
I will, I will never sell out to rich white people
(I will never sell out to rich white people)
Never get a job, guess I stay broke
(Never get a job, guess I stay broke)
And I spend all of my free time sniffin’ cocaine

[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah
Question, if n*ggas had buying power
Do you think Taylor Swift would sell a million copies of (Bullsh*t)
In CD format or digital download, I swear to god
These redneck tweens are in their motherf*cking zone
I wanna chop their f*ckin’ heads off
Feed them to my ex-boss
Who used to the run the town (Till I cut his f*ckin' legs off)
How’s he doing? I feed him (Yeah)
Occasionally, beat him
Treat him like I trick the elders (Yeah)
Stick around for the money, watch it pile tall
Wait for an opening, then sue him for it all
Bought a 360 slim with that Project Natal
Laid back playing Ops Black, Duty of Call (Woo)
On a 70 inch TV, courtesy of my punching bag lover
Ooh girl, there’ll never be another (Nope)
And it seems, it's only when we out this in
So please, someone tell these f*cking Motorhead fans (Ah)
I will slap the horsesh*t out of Lemmy Kilmister
Cut his chops off, n*gga, give them to Kid Sister
Tired of these old-ass f*cking baby boomers
Thinking everything without guitars just isn’t music
(Oh my f*cking god)
So, Jay-Z is bullsh*t? Kanye is bullsh*t?
But Eminem is cool? (Uhh) Bullsh*t
Faggots never seen it, lived it, or went through it
They just denounce it cause they are not in tune with it (Haaa)
But I know what’s your f*cking problem, dude (What’s that?)
Seems like ain’t nobody ever noticed you (True)
You the type of guy have a bad day, get your panties in a bunch
f*ck around and go postal too
Like Franky, what happened? Commence to clapping
I just saw 8 Mile, commence to rapping (Yup)
My dad's Forrest Gump, yo, commence to acting
I'ma start a revolution like Prince’s faction
But these problems are killing me
I’m like Mr. T without the mohawk, another n*gga rockin’ jewelry
A buff, bland n*gga that’s all committed to coonery
But 'round here, we got a saying for that, G
It goes:
You are not my equal (Equal)
I will never sell out to rich white people (Nope)
Never get a job, guess I stay broke (Guess I stay broke)
And I spend all of my free time sniffing coke (Yeah)
I need some different punchlines and lyrics that you can skate to
So I can sell records to kids I can’t relate to
Sell out shows that I always show up late to
And f*ck model broads I usually masturbate to
Sticky purp, call it great glue
Use it any time I need to fix my mental
And I ain’t wanna say nothing
But I became a better writer when I stopped using pencils
Uh, so shoutout to the C's (word)
Shoutout to everyone in the GOP
Shoutout to my n*ggas (Yeah)
Fighting for the cause (Yeah)
Shoutout to that dumbass b*tch Sarah Heath
These redneck motherf*ckers want me dead (f*ck y’all)
So I wrote them all a poem, this is how it went
It went “f*ck Glenn Beck, f*ck Juan Williams and f*ck Fox News"
"And if you like any of them, then f*ck you too”