MoonMan - White God lyrics

[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