"Operation: Kill Stormfront" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
Middle America is not my equal (Middle America is not my equal)
I will never... 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 my free time sniffing co...
Uh, yeah
Question, if niggas had buying power (-caine)
Do you think Taylor Swift could sell a million copies of bullshit?
In CD format or digital download
I swear to god these redneck tweens are in their motherfucking zone
I wanna chop their fucking heads off, feed them to my ex-boss
Who used to the run the town (Till I cut his fucking legs off)
How's he doing? I feed him (Yeah)
Occasionally, beat him
Treat him like I tricked 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 (No)
And it seems, there's only one way out this hand
So please someone tell these fucking motorhead fans (Ah)
I will slap the horseshit out of Lemmy Kilmister
Cut his chops off, nigga, give them to Kid Sister
Tired of these old-ass fucking baby boomers (Oh my fucking god)
Thinking everything without guitars just isn't music
So Jay-Z is bullshit, Kanye is bullshit
But Eminem is cool? (Uhh) Bullshit
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 fucking 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
Fuck around and go Postal 2
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 (What?)
I'm like Mr. T without the mohawk, another nigga rockin' jewelry
A buff, bland nigga 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 fuck model broads I usually masturbate to
[Sniff] 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 (GOP)
Shoutout to my niggas (Yeah)
Fighting for the cause (Yeah)
Shoutout to that dumbass bitch Sarah Heath
These redneck motherfuckers want me dead (Fuck y'all)
So I wrote them all a poem, this is how it went
It went "Fuck Glenn Beck, fuck Juan Williams and Fox News
And if you like any of them, then fuck you too"
I will never... 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 my free time sniffing co...
Uh, yeah
Question, if niggas had buying power (-caine)
Do you think Taylor Swift could sell a million copies of bullshit?
In CD format or digital download
I swear to god these redneck tweens are in their motherfucking zone
I wanna chop their fucking heads off, feed them to my ex-boss
Who used to the run the town (Till I cut his fucking legs off)
How's he doing? I feed him (Yeah)
Occasionally, beat him
Treat him like I tricked 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 (No)
And it seems, there's only one way out this hand
So please someone tell these fucking motorhead fans (Ah)
I will slap the horseshit out of Lemmy Kilmister
Cut his chops off, nigga, give them to Kid Sister
Tired of these old-ass fucking baby boomers (Oh my fucking god)
Thinking everything without guitars just isn't music
So Jay-Z is bullshit, Kanye is bullshit
But Eminem is cool? (Uhh) Bullshit
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 fucking 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
Fuck around and go Postal 2
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 (What?)
I'm like Mr. T without the mohawk, another nigga rockin' jewelry
A buff, bland nigga 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 fuck model broads I usually masturbate to
[Sniff] 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 (GOP)
Shoutout to my niggas (Yeah)
Fighting for the cause (Yeah)
Shoutout to that dumbass bitch Sarah Heath
These redneck motherfuckers want me dead (Fuck y'all)
So I wrote them all a poem, this is how it went
It went "Fuck Glenn Beck, fuck Juan Williams and Fox News
And if you like any of them, then fuck you too"
