Blame it all on his roots, He showed up in boots, And ruined their black lives affair. They shoved him to the ground, Thought they'd put 'im down, And end his life right there. I saw the surprise And the fear in their eyes, When they saw his AR had a sling. Then he toasted two, Shot the other's arm through, And you'll never hear me complain,

'Cause we've got friends in crazy places Where the dems stand down 'fraid to be called racist. But that's OK, we'll vote 'em out anyway. Grab an AR and let's get cozy, Laughin' at thugs who are now all roasty 'Cause we've got friends in crazy places.