You Own A Store

Hide your dogs, hide your cats—gook, gook
You can’t drive, your face is flat—gook, gook
Your eyes aren’t straight, it’s you I hate—gook, gook
You pick rice, we bombed you twice—gook, gook
You’re a fucking gook
Your accent’s gay, please go away—gook, gook
You look alike, you ride a bike—gook, gook
You own a store, I kicked in your door—gook, gook
You fucking gook, you make me puke—gook, gook