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Yeah
Webby, yeah, yeah
We talk a little shit now, huh
(Talking shit man, aye)
Bitch, you done released the Kracken, I'm up on Mount Olympus while I'm rappin'
So when the lightning strikes, water's churning thunder's crashin'
And them twisters touchin' down like that movie with Bill Paxton
It's me up in my studio, that's what's making it happen
Never doubt me, got a suit of armor big as Gronkowski
And a sword that's even bigger, killin' everyone around me
Swingin' like Tasmanian Devil until I'm drowsy
Then I pop another addy and blast off like Robert Downey
Like Ironman, the kinda man that knows that no one can beat me
The kinda man that's destined to be king just like Rafiki
The kinda man to step into the ring, just like Rikishi
And make you kiss my ass on broadcast national TV
Lay the smack down on all these wack clowns in the circus
That use to be referred to as the fuckin' rap circuit
I'll rap circles around these cats without scratching the surface
And make these mumble rappers step back and start actin' nervous
And if they aren't nervous, then they don't know what I'm sayin'
Maybe they cant understand it with that first grade education
Maybe they too fucking high off cough suppressant medication
As they wearing skirts with a matchin' purse while they puttin' braids in
But that shit is just a fad and see I'm here to help phase 'em
All the fucking way out, so real rappers can replace 'em
I'll take the shit upon myself, the fans deserve better
Than some kid who lacks intelligence and puts in zero effort
I mean this shit a job, right? You see these kids ain't even trying, son
If you ran a business and they worked for you, you would fire them
So why you praising them for half assing the shit you listen to?
Not dissing you, I'm just asking what the fuck has gotten into you?
See, you're the consumer and it's your choice on what you're picking to
Put up in your Spotify and spend your time sifting through
And you're just giving bread to somebody who's way more rich than you
Who can barely put together an English sentence in an interview
See, I'm a hooligan who be truly losin' his cool again
Who's here to use his voice to bring the truth 'til I get through to them
They feed us fake news again, nobody wanna listen
It's no fault of ours, me? See I blame the politicians
Fuck Donald, fuck Ivanka, nah, for real I'll fuck her brains out
Got her riding me up in the oval on the same couch
Billy Clinton scrub the cushions, trying to wipe the stains out
'Cause Monica just couldn't swallow what was in her dang mouth
I'm fuckin' wilin', fucking while I'm on that shit again
Slapping Rex Tillerson for tryin' let him grill again
Lighters, oil, money on fire, like every bill and then they'll put me on a list
'Cause see you know them bitches listening
And Jeff Sessions you can suck a dick until your throat hurts
You old Smurf, you tryin' take my weed, never gon' work
I'll be lighting up a doobie out on your turf
And Kid Rock, you ain't been cool since Joe Dirt
I'm on Scott Pruitts property, frackin' it
And built a pipeline through his wooden kitchen cabinets
And these scummy politicians, yo, I've had it bitch
I'm gonna take a knee with Colin Kaepernick, yelling fuck the establishment
And Ted Cruz, your face puts me in a shitty mood
There's so much bitch in you that you probably have a clit and boobs
And Marco Rubio, you're soft as fuck
And Ben Carson, yo, can someone wake Ben Carson up?
Fuck these nazi's and the white nationalists
I'll grab that Costco tiki torch and fucking smack you with it
Over and over 'til your skull fragments are cracking and shit
While the cops give 'em a slap on the wrist, fo' real though
But yo, Hillary, really? You think that I wouldn't mention you? (Really?)
Just 'cause I tend to be liberal with all my general views
But you're an evil lady, say it, 'cause I got to
I'm down to have a woman president, just not you
You Claire Underwood ass bitch, you wicked witch
Lying through your fuckin' teeth every single chance that you get
I'ma slap her so hard that she'll be leaving in a gurney
While I'm yelling out, long live Bernie
Now if that segment just offended you, then please relax
We're on the same side, it ain't about white or black
It's about the one percenters versus everybody else
Us against the politicians who only helping themselves
Fuck it, I guess I'm just a rapper, what do I know man?
About the world, how it turns and who's behind those plans
But still I'm all up in this bitch, just like a gyno's hands
And while I'm here, I'ma take a stand, raw thoughts (Raw thoughts)
Fuck everybody, man
As much as I joke around about things
You know, this shit is dead serious
Fuck where this country is headed
Ya know?
Who did I not mention?
Oh yeah, Mike Pence, see I forgot to slay you
But really, God hates you
Along with every gay dude and lesbian
It's very evident that you're a scum sucking
Bitch, vice president
(Suck a dick)
Who else?
Oh, Paul Ryan? Shit, I hope you go rock climbing
And your hand slips 'til you lose grip and you fall diving
On to a bunch of fucking dicks, you fucking bitch
I hope your health insurance doesn't cover it
Who else?
I'll crack a Koch brother like I crack a Coke can
Cremate a Koch brother and I'll snort him out my hands
What bitch?
Raw thoughts (What bitch?)
These are my raw thoughts motherfucker
This message has been bought, paid for and forced upon you
By George Sauros and the Fake News Networks of America
Raw thoughts, motherfucker
Written by: Brian Joseph Eisner, Chris Webby, David A Webster, Jake Anthony Procanik