Kintner/King - W.M.P. Lyrics

Sitting on the front porch, drinking iced tea
Racially nostalgic for the way it used to be
The way it used to be, we could marry family tree
And sit here watching slaves work the land of the free

I love a good baby, keeps my fear of women down
They're the simplest class of people you can hold to the ground
I'm much more concerned, about the mexicans
They start at pouring concrete now they're politicians

The feeling that you're taking 'way my white male paradise
I can't take it, everybody thinking they got every rights
I feel the world's ending, you wouldn't understand
The feeling of loss in today's white man

I think it's time we had a president
Who could tear it all down and build it up right again
Up right again, the way it used to be
In my racially nostalgic collective memory

I like to get on Facebook, with my rebel flag
So I can boast my heritage to the liberals and fags
I remember when, you could be proud
That your family fought to keep other people down

Don't want to lose my white male paradise
I can't take it everybody thinking they got every right
What about my rights and the rights of my friends?
They're taking it away, they don't understand
Why the gun is loaded in a white man's hand!