Is that “ICE” on your vest? It should say “snowflake”
Surrender and comply? No way, Jose
Don’t worry about us pulling your mask off
Instead we’ll pull your pants off, force you to jack off
To Orange Hitler, on your knees, bootlicker
My trigger finger’s quick, so you better be quicker
Don’t half-ass the fash, go the whole nine yards
You do it long enough, you can play your race card
Forget the mask, we know you’re Vanilla ICE-Holes
You’re doing Pulp Fiction and the gimp is your role
Bring out the gimp! Bring out the gimp!
Come on, everybody, let’s bring out the gimp!
Slap you like a pimp for being a right-wing simp
Kick you in the dick ‘til it’s permanently limp
The age of drum circles is a thing of the past
Unless we play the drums on your stupid ball caps
With your head inside, now you can go and hide
Behind your daddy’s legs like a doggy who begs
Schoolyard bullies have more balls than you
Look in the mirror, it’s no one’s fault but you
You couldn’t cut it as the next John Rambo
Gassed out in five seconds while learning Sambo
If Sambo was easy, it’d be called White America
Chilling on your porch calling everybody terrorists
Shotgun in your hand, but you sawed it in half
You shoot prematurely, make your girlfriend laugh
Just kidding! You couldn’t be a Prom King either
You got no personality, you’re the new rag and ether
Putting us to sleep with your nothingburger status
So you pretend to be a badass ‘cause no girl would make
passes
Without a few shots of whiskey in little glasses
Drop the Xanax in the drink, make her slip off to a dream
That’s your whole life in an itty-bitty nutshell
Your whole villain arc for why you pump the gun shells
Into innocent civilians, you do it by the millions
Call it “welfare cuts”, give your masters more trillions
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
‘Cause you got nowhere else to go except the psych ward
