These idle shits that fuck with scum and bits
Complainin bout runarounds but never do your business
Top of the order forefather disorder
Past and present just fool for the fodder
We think we in the run, we in the parody
Just puppet people withering in disparity
Lies lies, and shoot to kill
Renegade centipede bomb the base shell
Run run and pop pop like kiddie do that
media ties, lies and buys the central autocrat
just bullshit and onus
election just a shitlist
the powers that be own the stepular podus
we lackluster body parts
know nothing of political art
Rage in a cage for rhetoric brain farts
I can’t even give a fuck
like mayberry queer folk
talkin bout presidents like it means a damn thing
More spokes for clout and reckless spending