Come on, come on! 
Come on, come on! 

I am overgrounded, outselling it
Since God thinks I don't exist 
The beatings happen perminent 
This is not blue collar white corrective politics 
I'm on an hate, american style, kick 

This is the black collar song 
Put it in your middle finger and sing along 
Use your fist and not your mouth 
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!) 
This is the black collar song 
Put it in your middle finger and sing along 
Use your fist and not your mouth 
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!) 

I'm on a campaign for pain 
And when I get elected 
I'll wipe the white off your house 
The smile off your face 

This is the black collar song 
Put it in your middle finger and sing along 
Use your fist and not your mouth 
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!) 
This is the black collar song 
Put it in your middle finger and sing along 
Use your fist and not your mouth 
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!) 

I woke up today and wished for