🎵 Pop some fags // by Mr. Bond

3 ContributorsPop some fags Lyrics I’m gonna pop some fags 30 round magazines in my pocket I’m, i’m, i’m hunting Niggers, jews and homos This is fucking awesome Now, walk into the fag club, like,”hi sodomites!” Nah, i just do a mag-dump with my armalite You trannies look like donatella versace But the boss is back, “that’s a cold ass nazi!” Rolling in hella fash, headed for the democrats Dressed in all black, except our armbands, those are red Shoulda worn a hazmat or at least a trashbag Cause there’s fag splatter all over this massacre Next time we better gas that! Fuck it, cockin’ it, poppin’ it Sprinkle zyklon like condiment On abominable hominids We allowed to live in opulence Deconstructing the family Spreading smut and obscenity, nigga-rizing the populace But now they’re banned on all seven continents I’ma do it grandpa style, i’ma do it grandpa style No, for real, ask your grandpa How you deal with pedophiles? Battery, jumper cables and a long rope And don’t leave any john does, turn them into compost You say we killed six million, we’re gonna kill six million And then times ten, secure a future for our children “hello, hello, be a tolerant fellow With a spine like jello, hate is not cool, hell no” And soon our kids behave like they work in bordellos While the yids at the top rip us off like velcros I’m gonna pop some fags 30 round magazines in my pocket I’m, i’m, i’m hunting Niggers, jews and homos This is fucking awesome I’m gonna pop some fags 30 round magazines in my pocket I’m, i’m, i’m hunting Niggers, jews and homos This is fucking awesome What you know about dykes teaching kids to do anal? Or kikes pushing white girls to date interracial? I’m digging, i’m digging Like a rabbi for a bargain A kike mass grave is a white man’s garden Thank you grandpa for leaving me that ss garb and That mg-42 old girl must be starvin’ I can hear her begging through the deafening silence Slap a belt on me time for some domestic violence Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy I’ll line ’em all up in their jammies Pull my Glock and pop that motherfucker If your ancestry had locks and a top hats motherfucker No more haggling and pleading will stop that motherfucker They be like, “you made 6 mill of us perish” I’m like, “yo, that’s 15 minutes for a body” When modern crematoria need one hour or more with that Sci-fi is where i put this horse shit story at I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit I call that getting fleeced by business These heebs never quit Degenerate until there’s faggots fucking kids in the streets and we celebrate Shitskins transforming the place to a caliphate Imagine the holocaust actually happened That’d be hella great! that’d be hella great! “Who goes to hell son?” “gays, fags, um, jews” I’m gonna pop some fags 30 round magazines in my pocket I’m, i’m, i’m hunting Niggers, jews and homos This is fucking awesome [bridge 2x] I wear my granddad’s clothes I look incredible Stahlhelm and leather coat Chasing homos down the road