W.C.S. (Acceptable Hate)

A song of unity for ALL people:

Lyrics:

[intro]
Ooooh hooooo, uuuuuh huuuh, yeeeeah haaaaa
what

[hook]
It seems it's all right to pitch in lie and hate
as long as your targets-are marked-in as white christian and straight
Whu-whu-white Christian and straight

[verse]
What's going on in this gaw dern world,
all I know is we took a wrong turn girl,
and guy, and I ain't gotta ask why,
cuz I track back and rely on what's wise from the eyes in the sky,
No lie, Yeah, Jeh-ho-vuuh, He-knows-bruh,
the one that's been here from the beginning
of this cursed Earth sphere spinning till it's over,
landed in space replaced like Oasis says a a Supernova (supernoverrr)
and I see the breeze through the wind chimes,
ringing outta song of these end times,
all these man ain't a man, woah-man, what's a woah-man talkin out they fanny tranny lines, the plans of manny grimy crime-minds to slam humanity timelines to a find grind (a HALT)
An assault
Yup, they like to lie and that's why they wanna end my rhymes daily and never find the time pay me,
have me wishing I went head first dead fishing, like my name is George Baily,
It's a wonderful life, even though those hos wanna plunder and gripe,
runnin and coming at us with that same old slate,
playin with the slayin' they layin on the oversold plate
because

[hook]
It seems it's all right to pitch in lie and hate
as long as your targets-are marked-in as white christian and straight
Whu-whu-white Christian and straight

[verse]
Let me kick it on these bigots with they spigots of misfit madness,
that spit shit like dip shits that can't get past us, tryna trap us,
and zap us off the page and for what?
Just because we snuffed out the dumb stuff and grew up under Gen X
they wanna begin again with that no-win mess and stress of winned checks
from givin grins as they flex and think they special with the racial hex?

We got over that wreck next to decades ago and slowed ya whole ways of the paid funny money flow,
No mo woe is me bank role ya skank ugly dummy hole
ya ain't and cain't be thank foal, and want anotha played tank foal,
to run yo ride of lies and high tides of homicide of the grateful,
Those of us under Jehovah's trust just tryna survive and be alive
with no jive in a time of like minds with like chimes on the main lanes and game sidelines, gals and guys, pals and I, now shout on the same side, but you reside and dine on the snide side, lyin and tryna divide,
Clack, back-track, smack back to that wack slate of that white and black hate;
Try and enrage till the history book looks like the last past page,
Go on, roll on , whine and lie for days, you still cain't find my rage,
Keep on with those ways where you know you truly thank and say;

[hook]
It seems it's all right to pitch in lie and hate
as long as your targets-are marked-in as white christian and straight
Whu-whu-white Christian and straight

[verse]
It was oddly keen when Rodney King asked that thing like a song,
that "can't we all get along?"
Hell yeah we can without bowing before the touts of the lesser than, the lesser man with the lesser plan with a lseeon plan of second guessing plans that take a stand next to the Klan as rehearsed, except this time in reverse minus that fact that those rats were democrats way back and the same trap has made its way back and I hate that as anyone should because it's no good, regardless of the light or darkness, everyone is loved from the son up above that starts this,
everyone is loved by the son up above that starts this,
this planet annnit ain't gonna be damned in the jam by the ones that just landed in the plans of hate from state to state then national,
We plan to band, take a stand, slam and win, trash'nall of that divisive lied bullshit,
Now errbody get nuddy widdan amen up to this pulpit,
and expose them for their state
because they wanna play and stray us away from seeing who they are today when they say;

[hook]
It seems it's all right to pitch in lie and hate
as long as your targets-are marked-in as white christian and straight
Whu-whu-white Christian and straight