[Hook: Moon Man]
I kill niggers, I'm feeling glad
I've got dead Jews, they're in a bag
They're useless, but not for long
The oven, it's turning on
I kill niggers, I'm feeling glad
I've got dead Jews, they're in a bag
They're useless, but not for long
The oven, it's turning on
It's turning on, it's turning on
It's turning on, it's turning on

[Verse 1: Moon Man]
Finally, someone let me grab my AK
Now it's time to kill niggers for the KKK
Now I'll kill all the spooks, and I'll kill all the gooks
I'll send in the troops, or I'll just send in a nuke
Intangible, I can't be killed by any spic or Jew
Panoramic view, I'll kill them all for the Nazi crew
Spics and Jews, they'll all lose to the Moon crew
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really killing coons?
Picture you getting down as I fuck your boobs
Like you hate the Jews, you think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual hero who kills all the coons and the poons when you're lazy
Lifeless, they're all a bunch of niggers, and their life is
Priceless, because their lives are really not even worth shit
You like it? Niggers smoking, burn them all with one verse Drink their blood, maybe then that'll quench my thirst

[Hook: Moon Man]
I kill niggers, I'm feeling glad
I've got dead Jews, they're in a bag
They're useless, but not for long
The oven, it's turning on
I kill niggers, I'm feeling glad
I've got dead Jews, they're in a bag
They're useless, but not for long
The oven, it's turning on
It's turning on, it's turning on
It's turning on, it's turning on

[Verse 2: Moon Man]
The essence, the basics, without it, you make it
Allow me to make this, childlike in nature
Niggers: they're also called blacks, that's a fallacy I kill 'em, hang them all from trees, send them to the sea
With a pair of concrete boots, you see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise, all the niggers need to die
And the Jewish enterprise, I hate all their Jewish lies
Through Moon Man, not my sick rhymes
But the killing I provide With me as a guide
Y'all can't see me now 'cause you don't see with your eyes
You perceive with your mind, that's the inner So I'ma stick around in Detroit and kill some niggers, bust a few rhymes
So motherfuckers remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless
Niggers: I want them all to be dead
No squealing as I put a bullet in their heads

[Hook: Moon Man]
I kill niggers, I'm feeling glad
I've got dead Jews, they're in a bag
They're useless, but not for long
The oven, it's turning on
I kill niggers, I'm feeling glad
I've got dead Jews, they're in a bag
They're useless, but not for long
The oven, it's turning on
It's turning on, it's turning on
It's turning on, it's turning on

[Outro: Moon Man]
The oven
It's turning on
It's turning on
It's turning on
It's turning on
It's turning on
It's turning on
It's turning on
The oven
It's turning on