[Intro:]
Audrina: Really? Another 'Rap God' parody?
Sun Man: I know there's more than one way to skin a n***a, but this is ridiculous
Moon Man: f** off I like this beat
Audrina: You're lucky I didn't rip off your tiny balls while I was giving you that bl**job
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 f** 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-co*k it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a k**in' off it
All while putting a n***a in a coffin
With Audrina Partridge s**in' on my, nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and intolerant as all hell
Syllables, sk**-a-holic (k** '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 f**in' spic
Over the back of a couple of n******gs 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
n******gs 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
k**ed 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 f**in'
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 f** are you thinking?
Better pray, n***a boy
Today I'm going to slay the rest of your race, n***a boy
You're witnessing a ma**-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place, n***a boy
Oy vey, that moon's cray, that's all they say, n***a boy
I get a thumbs down, and then a flag
And a "burn in hell" from the Wayans every day, n***a boy
Hey, n***a boy, what you say, n***a boy
You get food stamps ev'ry day, n***a boy
While I work for
Everything I have, never ask anyone for sh**
I'll lynch your face, n***a boy
Basically, boy, your days in the USA are done, and you'll be ga**ed
Without a trace, n***a 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 n******gs, 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 k** 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 n******gs 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 n**ie 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 k** blacks for the sh**s and giggles and
Sometimes line'em up
With the kikes and tell'em all "Goodbye"
k**'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 n***a'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 f**ing 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
They need to be slain, so blacks, I'ma k** you
Bullets coming at you at supersonic speed (K K K) (BLAM)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you a**uming 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 mothaf**in' internet a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the n******gs 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 n******gs are retarded
"Oh, he's too racist"
Well, that's what they say when they get bu*thurt 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 n***a" 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 n******gs 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 k** 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 n***a 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 f** it
I'm hanging the n***a, breaking their face in
'cause if I don't batter the n***a
How the f** 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 k** 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 f**ing damn it. Just save yourself the time and release a new "Best Of" album already
Moon Man: Maybe I will, you crazy s*ut
Audrina Partidge: Go f** yourself. I'm out of here