Whoa, whoa there, cracker.
Dial back your whiteness.
Okay, yeah, I get it, you love spongebob in your twenties. I'm not saying you can't like pineapples under the sea, but perhaps you could tone the honky down just for a second, thanks.
I know, I know, you don't feel "white" and that's fine. Lots of closeted homo's don't feel gay, either, pastry face.
Okay, paley, I know you're all flushed in the face because you lack melanin to disguise blood flow, and you're starting to work up all your Irish ire, wanting to have a dust up and beat me with your shillelagh, but isn't that playing into the "dominate the world with violence" stereotype?
And for God sakes, stop doing dope and getting "white boy wasted"! I know you've got enough money to be diagnosed "mentally ill" instead of "fucking nuts", but the rest of us have to deal with your pasty beige colored ass, and when you snort all your ADHD medication and start screaming at your XBox, we can hear it in house down the corner.
But no, seriously whitey. Stop shooting up places. I don't care how big your AR-15 magazine is, your vienna dick is not one bit increased in size.
Look Aiden, Caydon, Ashton, or whatever molly coddled milquetoast ass shit your mom you call by her first name wrote on your birth certificate, put on some goddamn socks you salmon shorts wearing, funky fungus foot having bastard. Your ass is the reason we all got athletes foot and starting have to wear shower shoes in the damn gymn locker room.
And if I see one more of your trustifarian beeswax dreadlocks having asses playing oogle dodging his court date by hopping a train, I'm personally dropping a dime on your bail jumping dead beat daddy ass, and I hope when the bulls catch you to give you your free night, they beat your ass with a railroad spike before they they extradite you and your lice riddled overalls back home.
come at me bro
This is a song about death. It's on mandolin.
Hate is the first step to all solutions.
You will not end bigotry until you learn to hate it.