I'm told that I suck
Call me Matt Stafford
I don't like to use names but
I had to blast That turd
See he is the last word
In the privilege paragraph
The Duke boys from Hazard
Just sit, stare and laugh
Dude throws a pass
Like drafting him last
Would have been better
Though never is grass
Growing greener and brass
Would've replaced a black guy
Long before cash
Was wasted and that's why
I say it's mad I
Even see argument
Like I need to be baptized
To become a martyr, friend
I use different jargon when
I drop to your level
Begging your pardon then
Floor hits the pedal
Seeing your head filled
In with such nonsense
I can't help but let it pull
Me into conference
Debating the bomb with
Clones throwing spears
My judgement is honest
Alone among peers

Would black lives finally matter
If only they said too
Would stereotypes rewrite themselves
If we'd admit the truth
Would racism exist If there wasn't the myth
All black guys have big dicks
If size didn't matter would racism shatter
And the pattern no longer exist


I'm told I'm overrated
Call me Conor McGregor
I don't usually say this
But show me a wetter
Example of weather
Thats only explained
By racism tethered
To money and fame
The tyrannical reign
Drenching the game
Proves how it's used
To strengthen the gain
The length of a man's vain
Coincides with his tolerance
The angst riddled pain
Changes how the dollar's spent
Those in white collars send
Colored shirts bleach
Who does the most hollerin's
Who shouldn't speak
Tonguing the cheek
Free speech is a joke
The mirrors they speak
Of seem clouded with smoke
Doubting the hope
Dangled like a carrot
The amount that's below
Can't change or repair if
You think that your merit is
Based in your pants
The blame is your heritage
Your taste is your dads

Would black lives finally matter
If only they said too
Would stereotypes rewrite themselves
If we'd admit the truth
Would racism exist If there wasn't the myth
All black guys have big dicks
If size didn't matter would racism shatter
And the pattern no longer exist

I'm told I'm a prick
Call me whoever
But its the guys with small dicks
That are causing the sever
Keeping endeavors
From coming together
If you never say never
You'd better be clever
With racism fed your
Quite shamefully saying
Whenever your getting head her
Brain's always amazing
But it's easy to say things
Like that when you're tiny
Anyone can be Swayzee
When the roadhouse is whiney
If you find on keep finding
Girls blowing like porn stars
You might need reminding
That most throats don't go far
Told you should go hard
It's time you go home
You hold a flow chart
Where lines should be known
Stinging full-blown
The truth can be vicious
Racism's grown
To compensate britches