THE RIVAL MOB LYRICS

"RCBS"

There your fast ass sits on your filthy couch. The clicker breaks in your hands.
You're starting to bitch about how the japs ripped you off and how you'd kick ass in Afghanistan.
The minorities got it so much better than me! Why can't a white man build a deck?
You were shit canned from the crew because you were drunk on the job.
So there you are, on that couch waiting for that monthly check.

RACE CARD. Bullshit.RACE CARD. Bullshit.PULL YOUR OWN WEIGHT.

Don't look to me for sympathy. Don't tell me any tales of your plight.
Your year in high school hasn't served you well enough to teach you one valuable lesson in life:
Scum comes in all colors. And you are all the same.
You talk that shit while you milk the tit of freeloading and wasting space.

RACE CARD. Bullshit.RACE CARD. Bullshit.PULL YOUR OWN WEIGHT.

Breakdown.

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