Posted on | July 15, 2013
You ask me if I love glue And, sniffing, I reply I’d rather hurt you verbally Than just, I don’t know, maybe flatten you with a railroad tie.
For who are you to judge me In what I say or do I’m only just beginning To pile propaganda and false accusations upon bigoted creeps like you.
[chorus] And sometimes when we torch I say “Resist we much!” And I have to close my eyes (Can’t rhyme) I want to scold you ’til I die Little racist! Now you cry! I want to scold you, ’til the jeer in me subsides.
Racism’s an honest strategy Chasing grappa with Blender’s Pride But through years of insobriety Some liver still survives I’m just another poser Whitening my tooth Unhesitant race-baiter Busy hiding truth
I was going to work on the third verse, but my Y chromosomes screamed ENOUGH
From The Other McCain: http://theothermccain.com/