There your fast ass sits on your filthy couch
The clicker breaks in your hands
You're starting to bitch about how the japs ripped you off
And how you'd kick ass in Afghanistan
The minorities got it so much better than me!
Why can't a white man build a deck?
You were shit canned from the crew because you were drunk on the job
So there you are, on that couch waiting for that monthly check

Race card. Bullshit. Race card. Bullshit
Pull your own weight
One, two, fuck you!

(This is not a racist song, it's just the goddamn fucking true)

Don't look to me for sympathy. Don't tell me any tales of your plight
Your year in high school hasn't served you well enough to teach you one valuable lesson in life
Scum comes in all colors. And you are all the same
You talk that shit while you milk the tit of freeloading and wasting space

Race card. Bullshit. Race card. Bullshit
Pull your own weight

Breakdown