[Verse 1]
Uh, get that money bitch
You know who you fucking with?
I can get you fucking hit
Any angle, I do not miss
JPEG is a nationalist, anti-right wing activist
Fashion, fascist, you crackers goin' down (stay down)
Creepin' through the suburbs with my finger on the trigger
Zoe Saldana gun, we don't aim at no n***as
Hoe I do this shit for fun, you fucked with the wrong n***a
Man down, man down, you dead and gone, n***a
I'm the man, hoe
Son of Sam with a tan, understand hoe
Vince McMahon with these bands, where my fans go
Gave her everything she wanted, I ain't Wham though
All I got is me, and the Sambos

[Bridge]
"I don't get it, if anybody- if anybody without enough melanin says it, it's a horrible thing, but when black people say it-"

[Verse 2]
Take Miss Laura down and break her back
Make her hot and make her tap, I can get that pus*y wet
Pin that hoe right on the mat and fuck her like I'm supposed to
Heard she mess with n***as on the low like Ann Coulter
Told ya, told ya, bitch I fuckin' told ya
They don't mess with damaged goods, that's why they cuckold her
Bitches be so see through, that's why n***as don't believe you
Cause all these crackers wanna hear is "blah blah blah we're equal"
Yeah, I know that feeling man, tell me what's your master plan
You can ride, oh you'll depend on these cacs to hold your hand
Or you can follow all my actions
And talk to all these fucking crackers with a "Where's My Money" accent
[Outro]
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