Operation: Kill Stormfront

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 sniffin' cocaine

Uh, yeah
Question: If niggas had buying power
Do you think Taylor Swift could sell a million copies of bullshit?
The CD format or digital download
I swear to god these redneck tweens
Are in they motherfucking zone
I wanna chop their fuckin' heads off
Feed them to my ex-boss
Who used to the run the town
'Til I cut his fucking legs off
How's he doing? I feed him (yeah)
Occasionally beat him
Treat him like I treat 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 projector
Laid back playing Ops Black, Duty of Call (wooo)
On a 70 inch TV, courtesy of my punching bag lover
Ooh girl, there'll never be another (no)
And it seems, like there's only one way out this end
So please, someone tell these fucking Motörhead fans (ah)
I will slap the horseshit out of Lemmy Kilmister
Cut his chops off, nigga, give them to Kid Sister
Tired of these oldass fucking baby boomers
Thinking everything without guitars isn't music (oh my fucking god)
So, Jay-Z is just 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 (haaaah)
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 too
Like frankly, what happened?
Commence to clapping
I just saw 8 mile, commence to rapping (yup)
My dad is Forrest Gump, yo commence to acting
Imma 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
Around here, we got a saying for that, G
It goes

You are not my equal
I will never sell out to rich white people (nope)
Never get a job, 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
Sticky purrp, 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 Cs (word)
Shoutout to everyone in the 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 fuck Fox News
And if you like any of them, then fuck you too