Two hundred thousand dead within the span of months
Fake holy ghost plague
China's way to handle us (allegedly)
Edgy as the president puts scandals up
Deficits that trickle down
This is how a plan erupts
Six feet, armed protests, spreading the disease
Laughs uttered as the dumbfucks keep pecking at the keys
The stench of ignorance bleeds through their LMNOPs
If you're selfish and unhealthy, it's a hell you never leave
President tweet sesh, chirps and repurposed lies
Saying that it's unamerican if you diversify
Feeding the mindless trolls, Facebook is a warzone
Tweet so much, it's like they type on four phones
Stupidity served à la mode
Bait more race wars
Label facts fake news
Brace for the space force
Back getting packed into classrooms
Fastening masks with a clasp and a vacuum
That matters
Whatever that means to you
Whatever that means to you
Whatever that means to you
Hear a couple voices screaming loudly in the air tonight
Try to break a fight up, call the cops, then get paralyzed
Spinal cord is damaged like the wires in The Cable Guy
Handcuffed while you're waiting for your condition to stabilize
Seven bullets in the back, that was just the starter pack
Cultivate the civil rage, they'll slap you with a martyr cap
Dying by leviathans fighting quiet riots back
Harvesting a tragedy to broadcast in a simulcast
Many years, always the same adventures
Depressing, it's the single largest ever-stepping Escher
Let the press debate and wonder if it's worth the fucking effort
The stairways into heaven keep on stretching up forever
I think that you're confusing all your weakness for allegiance
It's fucked you up for eons, it's why I'm not a theist
The type to take a breath then pretend he faked his death
Show up at a riot, throw bricks, then I'm making friends
That shit matters
Whatever that means to you
Whatever that means to you
Whatever that means to you
"I don't even wait.
And when you're a star, they let you do it.
You can do anything.
...
Grab 'em by the pussy.
You can do anything."
I feel as if my brain's putrefying inside my body
My thoughts are always dark, society is upon me
The sheeple start to mingle as they're walking through the poppy
It's the hearse, the ballot, or a bullet hard as Mobb Deep
All the trolls still say "Harambe" like some omnipresent zombies
Make some progress with our Congress, chop the rotting bodies off the system
Maybe I should move to Canada instead
Then I'll escape my dread, I'm feeling kinda dead
The piss-poor Senate deceiving from headquarters
The same depressing chorus of curious clenched borders
The books have confessed all the messed up steps
And then we memed the information before they could send for us
See peeps condemning pedophilia while ignoring it in camps
See silly posts about a man that can't walk down a fucking ramp
Balk at the strawmen lost in misquotes
Caution to dogs on vaudeville in his notes
That matters
Whatever that means to you
Whatever that means to you
Whatever that means to you
