Public Enemy Letra

Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yea

You gonna do what to who?
Nigga you ain't nothin' dude
Shi', he say nigga?
Yea I did, nigga fuck you!
Oh I can't say that but you can say that?
Black lives matter and every white dude is racist
I like country and rap, they say I can't, I say I can
Hold up, matter of fact

I'm saying listen, racism is at an all time high in America
I don't judge by their color, I just judge them on their character

Who wrote, you know, I know how to get it in
Dog Cujo, you know, you just on that King shit
Large I'm livin', you ain't in charge
I'm givin' you three seconds before I lose my temper, stomp your head in
Oh my God aggression! Fuck yea, I'm American
Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it
Take that fuckin' towel off your head, I don't like the way you're wearin' it
"Allahu Akbar", I'm sick of hearin' it from terrorists

In our home land, little kids poppin' xan's
Walk around skinny pants, where the fuck are mom and dad?
But I'm supposed to honor that?
Sorry Honor, I object and by object I mean I'm comin' at your mother-fuckin' neck
Fuck a threat, don't pretend it bitch, I know what my gender is
You think I'm offensive? I think you too fuckin' sensitive
Censor this, I don't don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger
You more pussy than my little sister

I got no fucks to give and I really don't care
I'm just here for a couple of beers, yea
I got nowhere to go and nothin' to lose
Don't make me knock you off that chair, yea

Pu-pu-pu-public enemy number one, under the gun
Never seen an enemy wantin' beef I'm runnin' from
Country rap, what the fuck is that
Haters point and laugh
Watch me put it on my back then
Put it on the map
You ain't Church
You ain't Demun
You ain't Jelly
You ain't Struggle
I'm gonna make this simple bitch
I'm out to get you, you in trouble
I'ma end you before you start
Take a man, break his heart
I take action, you actin'
Learn to play your part

You a fake, you ain't strong
You a bitch, you a fraud
Music that I made make you wish you never wrote a song
Run along before you catch clips from the automatic
I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors
It's more than that, White Trash we deserve better
Redneck, Hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together
Don't you ever say my name, I'll expose ya
Close your casket faster than I closed Hosier's
Game over