Ginger - Rucka Rucka Ali

Im just a dumb, redhead ginger!

You better run!

I want your soul!

Im just a pale, freckled ginger!

I came from hell, my blood is cold

I have no soul

I have no soul

I want your soul

I want your soul

Gingers!

Have no friends

And no one will have sex with them!

They come out at night, they creep and crawl

Who does God hate most of all?

Gingers!

Who should have never been born?

Gingers!

Who’s adopted?

Gingers!

Who belongs with floating turds in the fucking toilet bowl?

Gingers!

Gingers are leprechauns

Evil Irish little drunks

They should all be killed at once!

Kill em' and collect insurance!

But they’re already fucking dead

Skin is white, hair is red

They like giving head to men in bed

It’s gay

I’m just a drunk

With a temper

Has anyone seen me lucky charms?

I’m just some scum

From the shitter

My hair is red

Its fucking wrong

I’m just a dumb (I'm just a dumb)

Redhead ginger (ginger)

You better run (you better run fast)

I want your soul (I want your soul)

I’m just a pale

Freckled ginger

I came from hell (I came from hell)

My blood is cold (my blood is cold)

I have no soul

(ginger)

I have no soul

(ginger)

I want your soul

(ginger)

I want your soul

(ginger)

Prince Harry

Lookin' scary

Virgin ginger german fairy

From the royal ginger cunts

Who the fuck is Kirsten Dunst?

Ginger!

What’s Conen O’brien?

Ginger!

Kanye?

Nig, uh Ginger!

Ed Sheran, Lindsay Lohan, Jesus fucking Christ?

Ginger!

Ginger grows

In the ground

Looking gross

Tasting sour

Creeping close

Without a sound

Steal your soul

Never found

Gingers!

Eww!

Orange colored pubes

And by the way

Don’t get me started on the Jews

Wait what?

I just hate all

Stupid gingers

They all are bad

None of them are good

So suck my balls

Evil gingers

Like carrot top

I hate him the most

I’m just a dumb (I'm just a dumb)

Redhead ginger (ginger)

You better run (you better run)

I want your soul (I want your soul)

I’m just a pale (just a pale)

Freckled ginger

I came from hell

My blood is cold

I have no soul

(yeah)

I have no soul

(c'mon everybody)

I want your soul

(eeeeeeahhhhh)

I want your soul

(a, b, c, d)

And the lord said

Bewareth thy ginger

For he beith a nasty, daywalkin vampire

Who will stealith your soul

For don’t you knoweth

A ginger gaineth a freckle for every soul he taketh