I would almost pay money to Jace that entire song.
...Alright. Challenge accepted.
Insane Jace Posse – Muslims
[Taahahahaha] I got a theory
You see like, I got a theory
About Tupac, and Muslims [That’s right, that’s right]
If America is all we’ve ever known,
Then it’s easy to miss what really goes on
But I’ve seen Muslims in every way
And I see Muslims every day
Tupac is just out of sight
So I’ll send Eli to get him, and it’ll be a’ight.
You don’t have to be high, but I’m not gonna lie
I love to toke up, and send my friends to fly
Over to Israel, land at Tel-Aviv
To find intel about Tupac, please
To rescue the rapper from his plight,
I know my soldier’s gonna do what’s right
And I’ve seen a hundred thousand people
All in one stream, together as equals
Pure magic is the love of my fans
And that’s realistic, man!
With gamer fuel, I’ll make sweet vlogs
‘Bout vegan cats, and fucking Soap the dog!
Fact zone! Talk ‘bout how Tyce boned
Some special ed kids ‘cos he’s a Juggalo
Meme Zone and Nine Cat,
What the hell could be better than that?
Fucking Dicksquad crashing my stream
Tryin’ to bring down my self esteem
I played the Sims, tried to parkour away from the cops
But they caught me, game is gay, so it’s back to Blops
I’m Commander Stryker, and I’m always right
So you’d better back down, ‘cos I’ll finish the fight
Press 1 for Stryker
(Do you accept that I am always right?)
Press 1 for Soap
(Do you recognize that I am always right?)
I’ve got more guns than you
(I get money from the Government because I’m right)
So my life’s fucking better
Right?
Because that’s how that works, bitch
(Do you recognize that I am always right?)
Gaming’s a lot like training, ‘cos I’m a marine
And I drink Monster ‘cos I need the caffeine
And from CoD I learned about ballistics
Go and take a look, it’s realistic
Gamers! Stoners! Matt is hurt!
Fucking Islams – How do they work?
And I don’t wanna talk to no psychiatrist,
They say Soap’s not real, and it’s getting me pissed
Through the battle, we will wether
Over a thousand gamers together
And I hate my mom, for giving me this
Bible-faggot doll, which I constantly diss
I’ve seen a dick exposed on my stream
I’m a rape survivor, if you know what I mean
Cos I didn’t want me to show me his
Cos my dick’s cool, but no-one elses
Muslims are everywhere I look
And all of them are critiquing my book
But my book’s a masterpiece, and they’re all wrong
And they’ve got no place where they can belong
Deagle Nation! Gamers without borders!
But you’re obligated to follow my orders
So just take a look at this fledgling nation
And show me your appreciation
Muslim ghosts, holy cow!
Call off the ghost Fatwas, FlyAwayNow!
Just give me your loyalty, you know it’s right
To stand behind me and finish the fight.
(Screw you, Insane Clown Posse, for writing such a horrible mess of a song. The poet in me died having to write to your non-tempo.)
