I just burnt my American flag

And sent three cracker Nazis to Hell and I'm sad

Ugh, I'm loading tips in my Mag'

To send these redneck bigots some death in a bag

Choke him out with his Confederate flag

I know these devils are mad

Little rap fans that live way out in safe suburbia

Would you stand with me, a United States murderer?

Huh, would you testify? (Testify for me)

You buy my songs, you buy my songs (Would you call me down?)

But will you ride with me? (Will you be around?)

You understand my struggle (Testify for me)

That's what you claim right?

Then get your aim right (Testify for me)

And get your game tight

Don't buy my songs, y'all don't roll with it

Comin' to concerts singin', hoe and shit

Fuck y'all lil', lil' hoe bitches

I don't need y'all, I'll go gold with it

I heard y'all was downloading it

Like I'm y'all man who be exposing shit

Like, uh, William Cooper

Who told you the Pale Horse is the future

Would you testify on some realness like that? (Would you testify for me?)

I think you scared

I don't think you prepared, yeah (Will you be around?)

You know what I'm askin' you? (Would you testify for me?)

Do you know what I'm askin' you? (For me)

Testify for me

Wow, wow (Would you testify for me?)

(Would you call me down?)

(Will you be around?)

(Would you testify for me?)

Testify for me for me