White God Lyrics
[Intro:]
Audrina: Really? Another 'Rap God' parody?
Sun Man: I know there's more than one way to skin a nigga, but this is ridiculous
Moon Man: Fuck off I like this beat
Audrina: You're lucky I didn't rip off your tiny balls while I was giving you that blowjob
Moon Man: We both know I'd cap you and find a replacement if you did
Audrina: They're not big enough for you to do that
Moon Man: Just shut the fuck up and listen up
Sun Man: I'm gettin' outta here. Shout "KFC!" when this is over
[Verse 1:]
I'm beginnin' to feel like a White God, White God
All my people from the left to the right nod, right nod
Now who thinks their rhymes are tight enough to spite nogs, spite nogs
They said I talk like a robot, so call me Mike-bot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My gun'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
All while putting a nigga in a coffin
With Audrina Partridge suckin' on my, nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and intolerant as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this rappity-rap
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to break the neck of a fuckin' spic
Over the back of a couple of niggers and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I had joined the Triple K after the fact
How could I not go?
All I do is pop nig-nogs
Feel my wrath of attack
Niggers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the black
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece (yeah)
[Verse 2:]
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a White God, White God
All my people from the left to the right nod, right nod
Now who thinks their rhymes are tight enough to spite nogs, spite nogs
Let me show you these stupid spear chuckers don't fight hard, fight hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to white immortality such as I've got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody wants to root out the nuisance
Killed an ape with a head shot
They did nothing but root for the moon since (Pew)
Aryans go straight to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to "raise the Reich"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I come from MuMluxMlan, Spyro, Farkle, YTMND
A Whitetopian, Idiotska, and Hypersaxon
And many more who'll some day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To start the next race war
And induct me into the fuckin'
YTMND Hall of Fame
After I find a Synagogue and make it a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame they'll be inducted in is the overhaul of memes (maims)
On the wall of (shame)
The kikes think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of apes
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Better pray, nigga boy
Today I'm going to slay the rest of your race, nigga boy
You're witnessing a mass-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, nigga boy
Oy vey, that moon's cray, that's all they say, nigga boy
I get a thumbs down, and then a flag
And a "burn in hell" from the Wayans every day, nigga boy
Hey, nigga boy, what you say, nigga boy
You get food stamps ev'ry day, nigga boy
While I work for
Everything I have, never ask anyone for shit
I'll lynch your face, nigga boy
Basically, boy, your days in the USA are done, and you'll be gassed
Without a trace, nigga boy
[Verse 3:]
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a White God, White God
All my people from the left to the right nod, right nod
When they join me in lynching niggers, we're the night squad, night squad
The moon, star, and the cloud, each of us is a Spite God
The equality facade must never go on, it's trite fraud, trite fraud
So I'll be rope and you'll be chokin', you rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And you should all be hopin'
I don't cap your head
But you're a magnet for lead, a monkey rollin'
And I got your mom deep throatin'
It's time for your removal
Permanently, you filthy loota
Get on the noose and I promise your lynching'll be quick, not cruel
I kid
My hangings are brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't have fun while I kill you though
And so at least once in a while
The moon's gotta make sure I torch
Your fried chicken 'fore I scribble and doodle
My next rhymes to
Get my fellow white Americans through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case, like "even past lunchtime
Hungry niggers camp out by KFC 'til sunrise"
I know there was a time where once I, was king of the internet
But I still rap like I'm on my Niggie Smalls grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Meme rap with the racism of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to pull your videos offline
Because I kill blacks for the shits and giggles and
Sometimes line'em up
With the kikes and tell'em all "Goodbye"
Kill'em all in that line, with an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
[Verse 4:]
The day I stop being downvoted is the day I'm not as big as I was but I'm
Changing into an undying
Lunar man and driving
The blacks back into hiding and purifying
The human race with my masterful rhyming
And fighting until ev'ry nigga's dead or
Dying
Are you crying? How satisfying
And I just bought a laser whip from the future
Just to come and lynch ya, 'cause you're black and that still makes me mad
'cause blacks are a fucking disaster, that's a fact
Every single black population's worthless
Man oh man, I should go back to the future and take a vacation from this
But the apes will still be alive in the nation
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They need to be slain, so blacks, I'ma kill you
Bullets coming at you at supersonic speed (K K K) (BLAM)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Full of hate and I am made of rubber
So that anything you shoot is ricocheting off of me and going through you coons
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give the mothafuckin' internet a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the niggers are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I died off, they'll be celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em irritated
All you say and it's important: Is that niggers are retarded
"Oh, he's too racist"
Well, that's what they say when they get butthurt and report it
"It's not white rap, it's crap"
That's a spic about to get deported
Soon as Paco goes back
I'ma "Crank Dat Nigga" and record it
[Verse 5:]
"I don't know how to make songs like this
I don't know what tools to use"
Let me know when it occurs to you
You just gotta not rely on or worship a certain tool
For your rhythm, put effort in your verses, too
Only niggers refuse to infer this truth:
You will never be good at rap
If all you do is murder other coons
School flunkies, pill junkies
And after a thousand years, they're still monkeys
Full of disease, and still ugly
I'm pushing myself to kill every nig by the end of the year
And I'm a million leagues above'em
Ill when they speak in tongues
Or their shrill yelpin', quit yellin'
There's nothing that I'm gonna let you steal
Go back to your own country
In Africa or I'll put you
Six feet under my feet
Oh wait a sec, there's something I can hear tugging and struggling
It's a spook on my noose; oh? What's that you want from me?
It's asking me to eliminate some of my nigga hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
To my situation and understand the discrimination
But fuck it
I'm hanging the nigga, breaking their face in
'cause if I don't batter the nigga
How the fuck am I supposed to hang'em and crank'em?
Never bank on me makin'
Amends with you mistakes
If you think that I wouldn't delay or forsake a vacation
To kill a POC
And play baseball with the remains then you're a retard
You was a king? Think not
If you're a king, then you can call me God
[Outro:]
Audrina Partidge: Alright, Moon Man, got anymore beats you want to reuse?
Moon Man: Actually, yeah. *Plays 'Crank Dat' beat*
Audrina Partidge: God fucking damn it. Just save yourself the time and release a new "Best Of" album already
Moon Man: Maybe I will, you crazy slut
Audrina Partidge: Go fuck yourself. I'm out of here
