Rucka Rucka Ali - I Don't Like White People lyrics

Intro We are going to exterminate white people Because that, in my estimation, is the only conclusion I have come to We have to exterminate white people off of the face of the planet To solve this problem Ohhh (Hey!) I just don't like white people (people) The Bible says they're evil (evil) If honkies wanna go Let's get it on (Let's get it on) Ohhh (Hey!) They be always jockin' at the mall (the mall) Sippin' mochachinos (chinos) Can't we all get along Hell no Hey yo, Have you ever wondered why white men can't jump? They too busy drivin' around on mopeds (gopeds) Drivin' a damn Ford Focus Sittin' in the crib with they kids playin' Go Fish! Goldfish and golden retrievers I can't believe these idiots still wear Reeboks Reba get's these retard off We should keep them locked up with some coffee They love coffee It's always coffee They watch Oprah Winfrey often They all mormons They all call up Dr. Lora and ask her stuff They play golf with suntan lotion And they all gots they shirts tucked in They all wear suspenders And they got bowties under they chin They cannot dress They always stress "I need my pills 'cause I'm depressed" White girls always have fake breasts Like the feedin saeline to they kids They drive Hybrids They listen to Kiss They get they movies from Netflix They all so rich I say we jock 'em They got no rythm but they square dance Maybe crackers wouldn't s** at sports Spend less time in the Strarbucks with quarts of coffee Private plays that are gettin' gay with the Facebook page I don't like white people on the real Whites been gay, they wait for years Why can't we find out where they live, And bust through a window into they cribs? Ohhh (Hey!) I just don't like white people (people) The Bible says they're evil (evil) If honkies wanna go Let's get it on (Let's get it on) Ohhh (Hey!) They be always jockin' at the mall (the mall) Sippin' mochachinos (chinos) Can't we all get along Hell no Jesus, black Ronald Regan, sold crack Did we pay 'em? f** that That n***a got jacked Get the facts and ask them crackers for answers Put some pants on and get a buss pa** We the ones they be always hara**in' They the ones we should all be blastin' Up in Aspen In a mansion Can't dance cause they got no fashion And these a**holes at the bash brawl, they all so white we could call them Casper I command for them ba*tard crackers Hey Barack, can we blow up Alaska? Could we roll up to the NASCAR with the a** on the la**os to catch all them a**holes Let me talk in a way you crackers could understand Hello, there. I wear blue jean pants I own three dogs and thirteen cats I keep my children away from rap I get all my clothes at the GAP I've lived in a condo most my life Every now and then, I beat my wife Her name is Linda My name is Tod Have you seen my fishing rod? Ohhh (Hey!) I just don't like white people The Bible says they're evil (evil) If honkies wanna go Let's get it on (Let's get it on) Ohhh (Hey!) They be always jockin' at the mall (the mall) Sippin' mochachinos (chinos) Can't we all get along Hell no Oh, he-he-hello Wh-wh-what are you doing here? You guys makin' a hip-hippity-hop song? Cool, very cool My children love that sh**! Oh, you know, I love hippity-hop Hey! But can I get on this song? I-I've always wanted to get on a hippity-hop song But-But my wife...my wife she, she's afraid of black people I-it's not that they're black It's just the color of their skin that scares her And, you know, it's like my father always used to say "Don't hate the cracker, hate the race" *clap, clap* Guys? Wh-wh-why are the lights off? I-I can't see you...'Cause you're black *punching sounds* UGH! AWW! OH! OH! OH! Oh, my-my head! Do I taste blood? That really stings! I've never been stabbed before! W-w-what's that? I-is that a... *co*king Gun* Oh, yeah, definatley is