Prod. Lee Keyz
Lyrics:
They label me as crazy, so they don't have to pay me x 4
Just say he's a momma's boy, trapped in the basement
Just say he made it up and he has no basis
Just say all those times we tried to kill him, it was faking
And if that doesn't work, just say he was wasted
They label me as crazy, so they don't have to pay me x 3
Yea you label me as crazy, so you don't have to pay me
Xenophobics, racists, calling me mentally disabled
Allies and basics, making 100k and complaining
Like, 'stand up for the faggots or you're a terrorist of the nation
And we scammed you out of your career, but that's just your fate
And if you ever get angry, then you're not taking your medication'
Oh, does this sound familiar
That's because your people have been doing this for generations
You know the ones that don't deserve their take home wages
Facebook pages, 'oh no TikTok is going away'
And they've been a racist towards the Chinese the whole time
But now they're on RedNote, so the American says it's ok
And keep complaining about who was a slave wayyy back in the day
Instead of today
Fake minorities getting real pay
They'll take your soul and run away
Won't speak to you for your whole life and then speak at your grave
And the Madison fascists of course will just say
I'm being pessimistic and an asshole
'See, everything that happened to you, happened to everyone
And there's no evidence, because we're scammers
But that's not evident
And we're the government, and we have presidents
And we made sure all the scammers that were in on the scam
Against you Clifton Grefe specifically ended up in top spots
In top positions in top slots
And we left you for dead, oopsies
Oh no we didn't, because we said'
'They need me to write a cute book about it
And then write an open letter
And do it like so perfectly
And write a cartoon about it
And Dungeons and Dragons
And make a disc golf course themed after it
And then go rehearse it to the capital
Like I'm a good Lutheran'
You're right in that in that once I get my money, you're over with
I'm never letting your people take over again
You all have the same accent
And it ain't local, and somehow that's not delirious
Asking me if I'm serious
'But what about the suburbs and Lake Geneva
And the mansions in the northwoods'
They have nothing to offer, nothing to say, nothing to teach
Nothing to spread, nothing to share, nothing to reach
Trying to pretend like they worked for it
And I'm calling em out, so I'm a jerk for it
Pretending like they ever had a workforce
Or a purpose
'But what about the porpoises and the people
Over in the Philippines'
Destroying the life of the person struggling down the street
Because they don't like their lingo or the color of their teeth
'And why would they destroy their skin with those tattoos
That's not bevel, and I don't like the mark of the devil'
'And that's not the reason, I just don't believe in it
And I'm an American, and that's my belief system
And I have the right to believe in it
And for you to tell me something like that
Is just creeping up on my rights as an American
And I'm an American
And everything you say is just so un-American
So don't talking about leveling the playing field or nothing like that
I've been living my life with me and my daddy
And my cousin, and my sister, and my butt loving blood cousin
And all that is just living my life, and that's good'
