Beef
Lezter
Lyrics
"Question
Question, question…
“Is middle America a caricature?
Well, you want to make this embarrassing for you?
This is the Wisconsin circus ferris wheel
I’ll tell you where they make experimental pills
And turn burial mounds to Bascom Hill
Out of staters are all plaintiffs here
Calling us domestic terrorists for our independent views
Just trying to serve up the truth and do a little less servitude
I admit, I’m much more ruthless
But when you’ve been a student of life the whole time
You end up a little bit further than you
I’ve seen bodies buried in the cornfields and marshes
Cemented into the cellar too
I’ll show you if you want exactitudes
I am literally a Packer, I don’t banal platitudes
I’ve been in so many fights, my body got a curvature
My face got a murder to it
I’m a birdwatcher, crows, chickadees, and cardinals
And they all got different signals
Can you hear the singing, the ringing
Sending them to different latitudes, longitudes?
The smell of mold in your heat and cooler
Somehow I’m a genius and insane
From the streets and plains, the same
I’m bout them dollars and change
I’ve studied Whigs and the Grange
I came up looking through stained glass
A pain in the ass for churches
Bitch you ain’t in your bag, you got the purse
So many gangs and syndicates around here
You think that propaganda serving truth
Native Germans and Yorubas still speaking native tooths
I got tired of rhyming certain syllables
Sure, call me Gupta Uffda
How they divide white and black, you’d think we’re colorblind
Have you ever been to the Northside?
We’re one of the most fortified
Tanks, bomber planes, convoys, we get used to it
Shit, I live in one of America’s most active capitals
I was shooting tools before I learned in school
Pew pew, doo doo, choo choo, gat gat, plat plat, on the back
They try to drown you in a pool
But they get a job with benis like they earned the jewels
I’m a giant and ghoul
Running out of my shoes, I’ll string you up by the spool
Hos get to drooling
They want BDSM sex, Venmo, and ruin me texts
I’m a White Zimbabwean, does that mean that I’m cool?
Or part of the zoo?
I read scientific journals, am I a fool?
I heart prairie chickens, trumpeter swans, and coots
If you want to know representation
Check the collabs and movements
My state ain’t boofus
Fuck the pubs and dems, I am my own ruler
Finna vote for myself as you should too
I’m a monkey to you King K. Rool’s
Captain Falcon to F-Zero’s
The Link to the castle
Ash Ketchum to you Pikachu’s
I can’t write or rap, like I’m skull fucking you raw
You don’t hate it or love it as long as it ain’t in public
I’m a so called privileged white man
Thank you Americunt justice
Have you ever been beating to blindness by a team of police
For doing nothing but running?
Scammed by your fed, no resume, business partner
Tot he point of him and anyone surrounding him
Getting signed to industry budgets?
My own brother and his friends lynched me by bedsheets
Put my head in a vice grip and clinched
I used to get thrown in the closet
Smacked in the back of the head and called a dog
These American faggots complain about fog
They don’t know if they want to snitch or switch jobs
You want to be a legend like me and pop up in Wiki?
Apply for thousands of jobs and get nothing
I’m thinking about moving to Russia
Fucking capitalism
This is Nazi Germany right in front of us”
