National Anthem of the PC Master Race - Dan Bull

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