This is a song about "Hipster"

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Hipster revolutionaries sittin' with coffee, equality,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Those pseudo-intellectual middle class hipster liberals,

Than the realest hipster, and i'm a realist who knows i'll never be an a-lister.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Grab the mic, most think i'm hipster, but i'm bitter