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operation: kill stormfront [v2] - devon hendryx lyrics

[chorus]
middle america is not my equal (middle america is not my equal)
i will never* i will never sell out to rich white people (i will never sell out to rich white people )
never get a job, guess i stay broke (never get a job, guess i stay broke)
and i spend all my free time sniffing co**

[verse 1]
uh, yeah
question, if n*ggas had buying power (**caine)
do you think taylor swift could sell a million copies of bullsh*t?
in cd format or digital download
i swear to god these rednеck tweens are in their motherf*cking zonе
i wanna chop their f*cking heads off, feed them to my ex*boss
who used to the run the town (till i cut his f*cking legs off)
how’s he doing? i feed him (yeah)
occasionally, beat him
treat him like i tricked the elders (yeah)
stick around for the money, watch it pile tall
wait for an opening, then sue him for it all
bought a 360 slim with that project natal
laid back playing ops black, duty of call (woo)
on a 70*inch tv, courtesy of my punching bag lover
ooh girl, there’ll never be another (no)
and it seems, there’s only one way out this hand
so please someone tell these f*cking motorhead fans (ah)
i will slap the horsesh*t out of lemmy kilmister
cut his chops off, n*gga, give them to kid sister
tired of these old*ass f*cking baby boomers (oh my f*cking god)
thinking everything without guitars just isn’t music
so jay*z is bullsh*t, kanye is bullsh*t
but eminem is cool? (uhh) bullsh*t
f*ggots never seen it, lived it or went through it
they just denounce it cause they are not in tune with it (haaa)
but i know what’s your f*cking problem, dude (what’s that?)
seems like ain’t n0body ever noticed you (true)
you the type of guy have a bad day, get your panties in a bunch
f*ck around and go postal 2
like franky, what happened? commence to clapping
i just saw 8 mile, commence to rapping (yup)
my dad’s forrest gump, yo, commence to acting
i’ma start a revolution like prince’s faction
but these problems are k!lling me (what?)
i’m like mr. t without the mohawk, another n*gga rockin’ jewelry
a buff, bland n*gga that’s all committed to coonery
but ’round here, we got a saying for that, g
it goes:
[chorus]
you are not my equal (equal)
i will never sell out to rich white people (nope)
never get a job, guess i stay broke (guess i stay broke)
and i spend all of my free time sniffing coke (yeah)

[verse 2]
i need some different punchlines and lyrics that you can skate to
so i can sell records to kids i can’t relate to
sell out shows that i always show up late to
and f*ck model broads i usually m*st*rbate to
*sniff* sticky purp, call it great glue
use it any time i need to fix my mental
and i ain’t wanna say nothing
but i became a better writer when i stopped using pencils
uh, so shoutout to the c’s (word)
shoutout to everyone in the gop (gop)
shoutout to my n*ggas (yeah)
fighting for the cause (yeah)
shoutout to that dumbass b*tch sarah heath
these redneck motherf*ckers want me dead (f*ck y’all)
so i wrote them all a poem, this is how it went
it went “f*ck glenn beck, f*ck juan williams and fox news
and if you like any of them, then f*ck you too”

- devon hendryx lyrics

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