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Song Info
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Peak #985
Peak in subgenre #114
Author
Engivale
Rights
Engivale
Uploaded
October 09, 2008
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:16
Lyrics
My words flew together like two birds of a feather,
This bourbon is never strong enough to hit my nerves where they're severed,
Urbanist weather ---
Poverty and misery's raining,
My sister's explaining that I can't drink a fifth of the same thing
And expect different results,
But I live with a pulse,
And I can't seem to pick which to join - Religion or cults,
I bleed from my testes as I seek to impress these
Evil insect breeds of people who call themselves internet textcees!
Pickin' my pet peeves and choosin' my hobbies,
Waitin' for my turn to chat with you faggots in internet lobbies,
Laugh it up you fucking fag just Crackin' up,
Get dragged and stuck in the track and I've fuckin' had enough,
I'm so mad I stuffed my hat backwards and I'm glad I suck,
Just rap words fast til' they fuckin' put me back in cuffs!
I'm bonkers and loony and sane and I'm logical
I'm wrong first but the new me's to blame for this obstacle,
I study this problem and forget the solution,
I complain about gas prices but I accept the pollution,
Lettin' the news spin it any way that they want to,
I hate the system but I see it and say to "Come on through!"
Shit, I'm a pawn too, Masquerading as Smart,
How do I put together what these bastards are busy taking apart?
Well, first, I tell you 9/11 was done to make you mad,
Hate, React and blindly accept the Patriot Act!
Invadin' Iraq, And That's just the start of it,
Market it, Who gave a fuck when Darfur starved for it?
Then you got angry and said it's the Republican's fault,
"We'd love to install a new economic Budget this fall."
Bludgeon us all, put us on our backs complaining,
And everyone hears the news on TV and repeats the same thing,
"I guess we need the bail-out if the market is crashing..."
This start-kit is lasting until America's carcass is thrashing,
When it all happens you'll finally see what I do,
If you don't believe me, look it up, Please, just Try to!
The money is fucked, that was the PLAN!
And next we ask for help from anyone, SOMEBODY, MAN!
HELP US! HELP US! We don't know what to do!
Exactly - we're too stupid - That's something they already knew.
The truth is appauling, But the news is just stalling,
You so you don't see the fucking nukes when they're falling,
Then you'll remember, that crazy dude was right,
But when you're in chains it'll be too late to fight...
