Beefo
Roman RSK
Lyrics:
"I went way too deep in hip hop, I fucked that bitch up
Now that cunt a slut and everybody want some
But I guess that’s the double edged dildo great ones
I know I ain’t the only one, I know I ain’t the Holy God
But you are just a silent, snobby, nod on the job
Calling capitalistic plots business
And the only tickets to success, bought or indifference
So maybe, maybe just listen
I grew up in the furthest point of Madison in a pit like Batman
But on the opposite side of gerrymandering
But I guess I’ve been told I deserve the red line
Like it’s bread to Abrahamic religions
Cringeworthy, make you flinch and tell
The story of first and third person
Anonymous rhetoric, like I think I’m some sort
Metaphorical, metaphysical, omnipotent, omnipresence
From alto to bass vocals, international publishing
Engineering, direction, marketing, social media
Web design and radio hosting, journalism, authoring
Show production independent
And you’re still staring a poster child, a post ’09 style of mine
U.S.A. molester style
Just like the good old days of containing Wisconsin
To a refugee camping state
Oh, that line didn’t hit you
Because you don’t know the history from the past to the present
For Santa’s sake, you’re not even good at giving presents to a Germy peasant
Hipity hop, flippity flop
Contradictory statements that empty spaces love to refrain
Like I’m hearing things, but I’m just a wisp in the wind
And it’s the same with country and rock, you’re all just racist sluts
You would suck the life out of dummy, take it and run
I’ve seen it more than once personally, literally, not figuratively
Like when you say actually or facts, science or math
These groupies will clique up, infiltrate your circle
Take your friends and references, all in the name of anyone-but-him
This grimy intellectual that made you the coolest
Stomp me back in the ground like I’m a Native student
Oh, man, I meant that sarcastic
Ay, you notice the ones speaking on your culture
Are too real to be seen in public?
And those working in the streets and fields are too dumb to understand
Why their PC phrases are somehow the result of the greatest minds on the planet
Sitting on their asses, trying to explain why the lower class needs to stay in their lane
Like too DYI and DUI, like homeless vets, broken men, and disabled men
I’d love to hang a whole studio by aux cables
Drive one of my pink piggy ribs through the whole office
Fill you rapists up with methane gas and watch you explode
And take your bitch on a plutonic date
Just so she knows how a heterosexual working man really is
Man, I’m so rare I’m dripping in myoglobin
I’ll hang you out to dry like a clothespin
I’m a Rhiner, Rhoner, stoner, straight out Rhodesia
Like I ran to the steeple and gave your people a new meaning
I’ve been called heavenly and evil, like a real angelic reaper
I do deeds if I need to
I feel a rush when I feel the blood
Serial killers in my veins, and I can feel it, real heroes
The ones with the caps and gowns that say it all
Real T’s, you know we T’d up in OT
Going over the show and police from the coast
Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
They talking blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
They talking blah, blah, blah"
