Dan Bull - National Anthem of the PC Master Race lyrics

Just master race things
Just master race things
Just master race things
You know, just master race things

Oi, mate! Check out my new rig
Nine thousand and two gig of games
With more mods than a who gig
I read the jealousy written on your face
When I said I needed planning
Permission for my case
Your rig is a disgrace
It's little but a raised
Middle finger up to Gaben and
An insult to the race
Every console falls prey to the same fate
Blatant aliasing and a lame frame rate
Hey, mate! I measure mine in planck time
Beat you to the singularity, defining mankind
Ahead of the times you wouldn't even believe
I pre-order a release before
It's event conceived
I've got such a cutting edge chipset
That I can only play games
That don't even exist yet

You console peasants have facts to face
Facts to face, facts to face
You can't compare to that master race
The master race will FAQ your face

I'm just letting you know there's no
Letters as sexy as WASD i've got an 8TB SSD
You've got an IDE running XP
Forget 1080p, that's a baby screen
Anything less than 8K will make me scream
If there's ever a pixel that
I can plainly see
It best be on a retro indie game release
A nice fact for you to wank about
There's more cash in my steam wallet
Than in my bank account
Kids, stay in school, never break rules
And make sure you pray every
Day to Gabe Newell

You console peasants have facts to face
Facts to face, facts to face
You can't compare to that master race
The master race will FAQ your face

Just master race things
Just master race things
Just master race things
You know, just master race things
Just master race things
Just master race things
Just master race things
You know, just master race things

I'm pro nuclear power
Cause, I can drain a whole power plant
With my PSU in an hour
The Hoover Dam's water cooling my tower
My CPU needs something new to devour
While you fool around with your Mountain Dew
My watercooler's the fountain of youth
I don't give a damn about the review
My PC'S a beast, it should be held in a zoo
GPU fans sounds as loud as The Who
Producing heat that's even capable
Of melting a nuke i tell thee, it's true
And if you doubt me, we'll do
A stress test where I'll leave you
Running round in a loop
You're a console peasant
I'm a grumpy old pedant
In a adolescent brain on the
Credit of my parents
I had them pay for my setup as a present
'Cause, I said I needed better
Processing for my lessons
What I meant was FPS in League of Legends
And the set on LED keys
On my desk are iridescent
Do I ever have a little bit of emphaty? No!
May our framerates be high
And our temperatures low

You console peasants have facts to face
Facts to face, facts to face
You can't compare to that master race
The master race will FAQ your face

The views expressed in this musical work
May or may not be satire you'll never know