Ballad of the White Nationalist

Where did they come from?
What are they doing here?
Where once we roamed safely
We now lock our doors in fear

What's that shit that they're speaking?
Is that music coming from that car?
Don't they have any love
For the country that we are

I used to bow my head in shame
I used to accept their false blame
But now we want our country back
Close the gates and cut the slack
Keep America clean

It's not my fault they can't read
It's not my fault they live in need
I won't assist these stupid thieves
I can't respect these insipid beliefs

When it came to freedom
I joined the fight
But now I'm guilty
Of being white
Just cause I wanna keep America clean

I used to bow my head in shame
I used to accept their false blame
But now we want our country back
Close the gates and cut the slack
Keep America clean

Hey There, Obama

Some choruses are borrowed

Hey there Obama
What's it like in Washington D.C.?
You've become our first black President
You've gone and made some history
Yes you did
Hope they don't kill you God forbid
That'd be morbid

Hey there Obama
You're on every TV station
The liberals had their way
And now you lead this great old nation
Yes you do
You can do whatever you want to
This song's to you

Oh, you beat Hillary
Oh, you beat Hillary
Oh, you hate the GOP
But still, you beat Hillary

Hey there Obama
I know time's are pretty hard
But if we just believe in you
Then hope will heal our scars
We'll have it good
We'll pay the tax you feel we should
You knew we would

Hey there Obama
You really riled Sen. McCain
You stopped him in his tracks
When he was on Chocolate Rain
You bring the pain
Plus, Republicans are insane
The right wing is lame

Oh, with Palin as VP
It would've been Canada for me
Oh, with Palin as VP
It would've been Canada for me
Canada for me

Just remember I'm your biggest fan
My fake tattoo says "Yes We Can!"
And so does my child-predator van
The Mystery Machine

Republicans all shed a tear
The Democrats won this year
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Oh, the hell with democracy
It's all about the anarchy
Oh, the hell with democracy
It's all about the anarchy

Fap Party at Pedo Bear's

Depraved rap below

You gotta stop hatin'
Just cause I be batin'
To a naked lil' girl
That makes the rest of y'all hurl

A snatch is a snatch
No matter how young the catch
A hole is a hole
It's all the same to a pole

Gender don't matter
A boy works too
Just put a bag on his face
And do what ya gotta do

The law is a bitch
'Sides, they too young to remember
Whether I popped they cherry
Or let them fondle my member

The skin gets softer
The younger you go
The younger they are
The less words they know
You best get to them
Before they grow
And if they're young enough
Then they can't say "no"

Shoulder Guy*

*Shoulder guy is the nice guy whom the girl continually cries on whilst lamenting the lack of nice guys in the world

Shoulder guy, shoulder guy
Don't get your spirits down
One day, she'll appreciate
How you wipe away her frown

Shoulder guy, shoulder guy
I know your shirt is wet
But soon it'll all be worth it
So don't you go and fret

Shoulder guy, keep your shoulder strong
Just heed the words of this song
Once you're done with this whole dance
I promise you, you'll get in her pants

Shoulder guy, shoulder guy
I know your balls are small
Just hope they're big enough
For you to give her a call

Shoulder guy, shoulder guy
My time is almost done
So go and buy some condoms
And get ready for some fun

Shoulder guy, keep your shoulder strong
Just heed the words of this song
Once you're done with this whole dance
I promise you, you'll get in her pants

All The Girls Who Turn Me On Turn Me Down

I'll be the nice guy
If it means she cries on my shoulder
I'll be a pussy
If it means I just get to hold her

I'm not an asshole
But I can be for a kiss
Then again, with my looks
It's far less hit than miss

All the girls who turn me on
Turn me down
I have that special knack
To make their smile's frown

Every girl I approach
Just scorns my special charm
My mother lied, she said
"Just be yourself, 'cause it can do no harm"

I've done everything I can
I even tried those date-rape drugs
But they got my DNA
When I left it on her jugs

Little kids won't trust me
Cause of the sign on my front door
It says "Molester within"
And I can't afford no whore

All the girls who turn me on
Turn me down
It's now illegal for me
To dress up as a clown

All the girls who turn me on
Turn me brutally down
I can't seem to avoid
Making their smile's frown

Free Abortions!

You've got a problem
I've got a solution
Don't call it murder
Call it a resolution

You made a mistake
I've got your second chance
Just give me a moment
Let me grab my lance

Here's your free abortion
Keep your body in proportion
And leave your womb always empty
Some call it extortion
Biological distortion
But I ignore them and abort for free

Your condom broke
Or you didn't use one
Or you were raped
By a man with a gun

You lost your pill
For the morning after
Well I've got an answer
To keep your friends from laughter

Free abortions here
I give them out all year
That's why I've got this wicked long knife
Go ahead and give a cheer
There's no need for a tear
Technically you're not taking a life

You Can't Spell "Lonesome" Without "Me"!

I go around optimistic
Waiting for my lucky chance
I try to make eye contact
So that I can get a second glance
I used to go to clubs
But apparently you've to to dance
I try to hang around
But I'm stuck in an awkward stance
I tried some special creams
But they could not enhance
Every girl I approach
Slides away from my advance
Why is it so hard
To find a bit of romance

Well
You can't spell lonesome without me
But I promise you this ain't a plea
It's a suicide note that I wrote in blood
But even then I'm ignored for a stud!

I wake up every morning
And I hope for a better day
I shake away the dreams
Where the girls didn't turn away
My special kind of charm
Only keeps them far at bay
My pastor now says
It's no use to try and pray
Even at weddings
I can't catch the boquet
When I come around
Dating signs go off display
When I enter bars
I hear a sigh of dismay
Maybe I'd have luck
If I spent some time as gay

Well
You can't spell lonesome without me
But I promise you this ain't a plea
It's a suicide note that I wrote in blood
But even then I'm ignored for a stud

You can't spell lonesome without me
So I guess it's time for a killing spree
You can't spell slaughter without laughter
And first to go are the girls I sought after