[Verse 1:]
I just burnt my american flag
And sent 3 cracker !@(^s to hell and I'm sad

Ugh I'm loadin teffs in my mag
To send these redneck biggots some death in a bag
Choke him out with his confederate flag

I know these devils are mad
Little rap fans that live way out in safe suburbia
Would you stand with me a united states murderer


Would you testify you buy my songs you buy my songs but would you ride with me


[Verse 2:]
You understand my struggle that's what u claim right
And get your aim right

And get your game tight
Don't buy my songs you don't roll with it
Coming to concerts singing ho and %#@!

$#&@ y'all little little ho (*##$es
I don't need you I'll go gold with it
I heard y'all was downloadin it

Like I'm your man who be exposed an %#@!
Like a william cooper
Who told you the pale horse is the future


Would you testify with some realness like that I think you scared I don't think you prepared you know what I'm asking you do you know what I'm asking you