Lyrics On My Hotel T.V.

Skinny kack para, para
Dutty dykie nigger
Sellout whitey liberals
Who hang with blackie sinners

Ch on my hotel tv
On my hotel tv
Private hotel
On my hotel tv link: turn it off

They, they, they, they
Who the hell are they?
You think that your conspiracies
Are the crux of all my theories

They, they, they gay
Who the fuck is gay?
How dare i have a view
And a
Versace tattoo

I can see
You want this war
There you will find your god

Black [x 8]
White [x 8]
We didn't move to you
We didn't move to you
Still you crawl to us
Still you crawl to us


Chorus outs:
Fucking on my hotel tv
Fucking on my hotel tv
On my hotel tv
Private hotel tv