The Ballad of the Brooklyn Settler
Back off me
Back off me
Back the fuck off me
Back the fuck off me
Back the fuck off ME
Don’t fucking come back here
I’ll kill you
With one punch
You’re messing with the wrong guy
I fight for a living
You’re messing with the wrong guy
‘scuse you, pal
You push your stroller into people?
Your baby could get hurt
Your baby could get hurt
I fight babies like you, baby
You’re new in the neighborhood
I came to this neighborhood
The only reason white people like you are living here
Is because I settled this fucking neighborhood
For you
Don’t push your stroller into my legs
Don’t push your stroller into my legs
White privilege! White fucking privilege!
You push your stroller right into me
And all I said was, “Excuse you”
And then you said, “Fuck you”
Fuck you!
Fuck you
You white trash
You fucking white trash