This is a song about "Ginger fags"

We should be going on raids, killing all fags

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Fags yelling yolo, swag! it makes me pissed.

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

They bringing me fish and chips

Made by sissies, fags and minions

It’s something that’s in your veins

You fags, send ya to hells gates