"White Trash" as written by Donald Xavier Franks, Charles Madison Iii Winchell, Edward John Jr. Cernosek, Sean Baker, Kord Murphy Brandon, Alejandro Martinez, Kelmonti Thomas and Ivan Scott Martin....
I light fires in your cities every night as you sleep
I'm like a white zombie baby, I'm an astrocreep
A motherfuckin loser
But still I got sweets

Mad fuckin lyrics over bomb-ass beats
Like helter skelter I be comin down fast
Bitches come around, get a dick in your ass
Don't step in more shit than ya want to get on ya

I got mad game from here to california
On a mission, bitches be dissin me, don't piss me off
'Cause they can't cope, my rhymes are dope
Y'all can all fuck off comin live from Texas

So you can't compete
You introduce me to your girl, now she's workin the streets
For easy jesus, the derelict
Don't put up with no disrespect

I'm much more than what you'd expect
I'll break your motherfuckin neck, proper
Fuck the cops that hawk me, right
Like G.G. Allin they ain't never gonna take me alive

Statutory stories never make me back down
I drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound
I be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp
Not a playa hata fool, I'm easy jesus the pimp

And I'm psycho like no other motherfucker
And I'm psycho like no other motherfucker
And I'm psycho like no other motherfucker

Fuck you, I am white trash
I sit you up like sid vicious
Smack your ass like heroin
Smokin weed

Constantly
Yes indeed
I do it better than most
I get ghost after committin the crime

Polish for the parents and jump the fence
Then I'm back in my ride
I'm a outlaw, a microphone is my gun
And like the trenchcoat mafia I want to kill someone

Mothafuckas panic 'cause they know I'm satanic
I don't give a fuck about nobody, understand that
Statutory stories never make me back down
I drive a cadillac bitch straight up the blue mound

I be frontin motherfuckers tryin to walk with a limp
Not a playa hata fool, we some god damn pimps
Beat up from the get-go, born in a good times van
My nuts in a sling middle finger on my hand

I pop some shit and then you pop a clip think you're packin nuts
It's time to wrap it up and flip the script
No matter where I'm from this scum is number one
To get under the velvet rope and watch the bitches flock in

Tons, holler, holler for the gold collar, scholar from the
School of hard knocks another day, another dollar
Had to bother all the brothers; that smother the nasties that
Hover, a bone is picked, you know I got your number

Hillbillies from dixie, trigger fingers that are itchy
Got my back attack if a cat tries to get with me
Raised on hank jr., Tennessee whiskey and tattoos
In a cradle with my rebel blankie singin the blues

Daddy was a rolling stone and a felon
Crystal meth and my sister was what he was sellin
Statutory stories never make me back down
Stompin hard with my honkies never makin a sound

Fuck you pussys that forgot about poor white trash
And if that ain't country, I'll kick your ass
Fuck you, I am white trash!


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"White Trash" as written by Charles Madison Iii Winchell Alejandro Martinez

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