Cleaning Out My Wallet Lyrics
Where's my poz?
I have no poz in my neghole - there you go!
You're a white male! are you kidding me!?
[Verse One - Mark Ovdabeest]
I got some shekels in my pocket and I don't know if schlomo knows it
So before i get an audit and accounts get frozen, i'ma disclose it
I go line by line, nickles and dimes, keeping receipts for consumeristic shit that I buy
Across the ocean we motion the Sunni Muslims exploding
I pay a fortune to fight 'em and Jews make sure it keeps going
Shekels to Israel keep flowing while the clean break has us bleeding
In Iraq in the morning and in Iran in the evening
Leave 'em with the taste of bloodiest baby dicks in their mouth
Their making enemies and they'll have to kick 'em all out
Look at me now, i'll bet you're probably sick of me now
Ain't you schlomo, i'm supporting the Palestinians now
I'm sorry Schlomo
I never meant to hate you
But you didn't even leave a dime
When you kikes were cleaning out my wallet
[verse two]
Oh, I'm sorry goyim
I never meant to Jew you
I never meant to take your dimes
But tonight, i'm cleaning out your wallet
We've been chosen since Moses to have this sizing curved to our noses
The first to throw a Jew into an oven and close it? -
The fucking Romans, back in sixty six A.D
Before I ever had the goyim under my usury
We were a province pulling all kinds of rebellious stunts
That crazy Nero must have had his jimmies up in a bunch
'cuz he sent a banished general to make us all die
We were so cocky that we dared that motherfucker to try
It was a shoah, and it wouldn't be the last of its kind
We were devastated then, our people needed to fly
To goyim lands, for our own sake, we made a bitter mistake
But we're only Jewish, checking your white privilege day after day
What we did was brilliant, this time you feel guilt
The smartest shit we did was hand the browns the things that you built
To our hosts we might seem like a cancerous growth
But hi, i'd like to welcome y'all to the swindling show
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[Chorus x2]
Oh I'm sorry goyim
I never meant to Jew you
I never meant to take your dimes
But tonight, i'm cleaning out your wallet
[Verse Three - Mr. Bond]
Now I would never attack another human being or diss 'em
I recognize my whiteness gives me a privileged position
So when they hit me i listen, turn the other cheek and envision
All the pain and discrimination Caucasians and Christians
Have brought on colored people through colonization and missions
Wishing i wasn't born an oppressive, but rather one of the victims
Guess the best i can do is offer them my submission
And Zionism, Africans and the religion of peace
Make the decision if i still have a right to existence
And if they determine that my bloodline should be murdered
And whites can't afford I'd happily offer my wife and my daughter to relive the strife that we brought em
White men have been so conceited, that's why I'm a feminist too
I'm so ashamed of my penis and their supremacist views
Our black babies so big now, you should see her she's beautiful
And she'll never look like me i gave my genetics a funeral
How dare European men demand some respect
You selfish pricks i hope you fucking you burn in hell for your shit
Picture the prisoners in Schindler's list and wished it was me
Well guess what i am cucked and slaves to Jews on my knees
I'm sorry schlomo
I'm so ashamed i hurt you
I'm so ashamed i killed six trillion
So now, i'll open up my borders
