White Guilt Sexy

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lyrics

You can catch me sucking dick in Bay View, in an all black hoodie
I'm not gay, I just think that I'm not what You think that I should be
and my Mother's starting to understand that she's never understood me
and will never understand me, but I've got Love for my Family
I'm just so sick of fighting, I fuckin' hate fighting
You can claim to hear a Musician but not listen to the words they're writing
Father says I want to be black, give a 'fuck You' and a cold shoulder
if I wasn't white when I cruise around I'd get pulled over
and at time's I cruise around this town
with a little bit of gin sittin' in a cup holder
sitting next to me is a tatted up switchblade soldier
who was crazy as a kid and he only gets more fucked up as he gets older
just like me, all he wants to do is put his knife
through the throat of the bourgeoisie
over and over again
I am white men

I met a girl named Nikki, I guess You could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with magazines

I am white men, white guilt, white privilege
raping the Virgins and bringing disease and perversion to the village
creating alternative versions to our occurrences
such as our creative methods of genocide
we're physiological murderers
we're a race that tastes like a blender filled with money
and the testicles from ted bundy, and a noose that's bloody
well the noose is the new crucifix, fuck it,
I'll try one on just to see how it fits, Oh my gosh I Love it
now I rock a noose everywhere that I go
let my rope hang long all the way to my toes
fuck a can of cola, put some coke up my nose
but sell black-men-crack and in jail you'll decompose
fuckin' ash and bones, fuckin' peanut butter and cellular phones
I squeeze the blood from a stone
(get sexy man)
and I just want to make You moan
I just want to make Music
while You sit and rub your Clitoris from across the room
you're tasting each and every lyric, the bass bumps and You feel it
you're getting near it

I met a girl named Nikki, I guess You could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with magazines

do You want me to sound sexy? or want me to sound angry?
how does that feel baby? if that's the spot then thank me
I could lye with You for eternity, or stay in bed all cranky
tasting Souls, hanky fuckin' panky
Oh goddamn, this wasn't the plan
I was supposed to grow up into a respectable man
instead of a despicable, critical little bitch with the mouth of a garbage can
Wisconsin ain't got to recycle
I spend all my time just thinkin' bout Michael
and that fuckin' motorcycle that sat in our front yard
for all 4 seasonal cycles
I wonder what season is considered Mother Nature's period
Blood of the Body
Blood of the Earth
Blood of the Pussy serious
I'm delirious

people call me rude, I wish We all were nude
I wish there was no black and white
I wish there were no rules

I didn't do what I didn't want to do, I didn't do what I wanted to do
I just did what I did
I didn't do what I wanted to do, I didn't do what I didn't want to do
I just did what I did
didn't do what I didn't want to do, I didn't want to do what I wanted to do
I just did what I did
didn't do what I didn't want to do, I didn't want to do what I wanted to do
I just did what I did
just did what I did, I did what I did and I did what I did and I'd do it again
did what I did and I'd do it again, did what I did and I'd do it again
Lover and Friend, Enemy, Friend
and I did what I did and I'd do it again
did what I did and I'd do it again...

credits

from Counterfeit Paradise, released July 25, 2015
written and performed by D'Amato
produced by Tick and D'Amato
engineered by Maurice 'Moses' Pelman
mastered by Dan Frankel

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