How Not To Produce.

Explicit.

​​"Racists" (AABB Version)

(Verse 1 – AABB)

You sit in your chair with a scowl on your face,

Mumbling about how the world’s a fucking disgrace.

You blame every problem on people who move,

But your logic’s as wonky as your dad’s dance groove.

(Verse 2 – AABB)

You shout on the telly, “It’s not what it was!”

But can’t quite explain the nostalgic fuzz.

You miss a time that never quite came,

Where tea was hot, and someone else took the blame.

(Chorus – AABB)

Oh, racists, racists, stuck in your lane,

Crying on forums and moaning in vain.

We laugh while you spiral, it’s truly absurd,

Repeating your nonsense, not hearing a word.

(Bridge – AABB)

You’re scared of a name that you can’t pronounce,

But love your Chinese takeaway by the ounce.

You post your hate with a coward's flair,

Then whisper, “I'm not racist, I swear.”

(Verse 1 – ABAB)

You say the world has gone too woke,

But really, love, it’s just grown up.

You think your hate is some kind of joke,

Yet every rant just shows you’re stuck.

(Verse 2 – ABAB)

You scream about the good old days,

While scrolling through conspiracy threads.

But no one’s moved to take your place

You're angry 'cause you’re overfed.

(Chorus – ABAB)

Racists cry but don’t reflect,

They point at us, then hide their hands.

It’s love and truth that they reject,

Still dreaming of some no-mix land.