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letra de racism - adam calhoun

[intro]
hillbilly
cracker
n-gga
white trash
f-ck you, n-gga

[verse 1]
what the f-ck you rappin’ for, cracker -ss cracker
got your rebel flag with your camo hat backwards
stains on your shirt, with your f-cked up t–th
piece of sh-t truck broke down middle of the street
old lady b-tchin’ in the p-ssenger seat
smokin’ like a chimney, kids in the back can’t breath
got a kid on her lap, smack his -ss if he speaks
always wearin’ wife beaters, ’cause their -ss gettin’ beat
okay that’s white trash, but what about a hillbilly
redneck motherf-cker never even near a city
out in the woods, huntin’ deeper than the wolves
get the big ol’ buck, bring him home, eat until they full
or they out in the shed, on the side drinkin’ shine
ol’ lady b-tchin’ better bring your -ss inside
it’s way past nine, you’ve been drinkin’ all night
gotta get to work on time, up before the sunrise

[chorus]
they call me redneck, white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss
they call me redneck white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss
they call me redneck, white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss
they call me redneck white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss

[verse 2]
what the f-ck you rappin’ for, n-gga -ss n-gga
got your saggin’ pants with your -ss hangin’ out the back
hangin’ out in front of liquor stores sellin’ crack
just so you can put some 24’s on your cadillac
baby mama b-tchin’, you ain’t’ takin’ care of business
all you do is smoke weed, run around with other b-tches
and you can’t keep a job, ’cause you’re in and out of prison
guess it must be trump’s fault, ’cause you’re makin’ bad decisions
that’s about n-ggas but what about black folk
raise their kids right, every night mom and dad are home
huntin’ for a job, not cryin’ about a privilege
cryin’ out to god, stop the violence where we livin’
f-ck it though, you a n-gga and i’m just a cracker
they pin us against each other, sit back and they watch it happen
in the hood they selllin’ crack, and k!llin’ over shoes and jackets
in the trailer park they fall apart, a bunch of meth addicts

[chorus]
they call me redneck, white trash, say you’re bad
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss
they call me redneck white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss
they call me redneck, white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss
they call me redneck white trash, say “you’re bad”
i don’t care kiss my -ss, i don’t care kiss my -ss

- adam calhoun

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