Come on, come on!

Come on, come on!



I am overgrounded, outselling it

Since God thinks I don't exist

The beatings happen perminent

This is not blue collar white corrective politics

I'm on an hate, american style, kick



This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)



I'm on a campaign for pain

And when I get elected

I'll wipe the white off your house

The smile off your face



This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)



I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want to be like anyone else

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow

I don't want even be myself



I said no, this isn't your song

We can't all get along

It's too hard to hold hands when your hands are fists

My hate pop won't ever stop

I'm fucking glad we're different

This is my hate american style

hit



Don't break it

Don't sing it

Use your fist and not your mouth



This is the black collar song

Put it in your middle finger and sing along

Use your fist and not your mouth

(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song

Put it in your