[Intro: Adam Calhoun]
Are you not entertained, entertained, entertained?

[Verse 1: Adam Calhoun]
Eat a grenade, go to sleep bitch
Put a hole in your chest bigger than a deep dish
Get the fuck out the game, you're makin' me sick
I'ma open up your face and make you eat shit
You probably should've ran when you fuckers had the chance
Now shit's hittin' the fan, and you're peein' in your pants
You some Peter Pan pussies, not sure on where you stand
You cryin' like a bitch when you're supposed to be a man
I thought you was a thug and you came from the gutter
You're a knuckle head, lame ass, faggot motherfucker (Ah)
This is game time and I bring my hangout
Who the fuck said white boys ain't got hang time

[Chorus: Demun Jones]
Hey crazy white boy (Hey crazy white boy)
Turn that shit down (Turn that shit down)
You know that America (You-you know that America)
Ain't ready for the sound (Ain't ready for the sound)
Of them loud ass crackers Jones and A-Cal
If you gotta make arrangements, you better do it now
Board all the windows up, evacuate the town
'Cause a hurricanes a comin' knockin' it all down
[Verse 2: Demun Jones]
What's you all been waitin' for? Man I seen it comin'
Put your checkers on the chess board, now ain't that a dummy?
Makin' moves you've never seen before, right that was the plan man
You fell for a setup now you're lookin' like a scab (Uh)
Invadin' the castle but I hope you got the trainin'
Real kings show no mercy buddy you got some explainin'
Violators get hung, drawn and quartered for entertainment
If your kids are watchin' this channel you better make 'em change it
Face it this is war, this is for all the shit you did before
This is more than the dirt road, mud truck, and fishin' boy
You ain't qualified just 'cause you climbed up in the saddle
I can read the future, I can see you dyin' in this battle

[Chorus: Demun Jones]
Hey crazy white boy (Hey crazy white boy)
Turn that shit down (Turn that shit down)
You know that America (You-you know that America)
Ain't ready for the sound (Ain't ready for the sound)
Of them loud ass crackers Jones and A-Cal
If you gotta make arrangements, better do it now
Board all the windows up, evacuate the town
'Cause a hurricanes a comin' knockin' it all down