One man’s silent auction is another trial
In a system designed to see you suicidial

And, Funny, we don’t hear a peep out of Kendrick,
Bey, or Jay-Z, We just see a lot of silent idols.

With their heads up their asses
Like the Fascists made them hide somewhere parallel to Pilonidal.

Like they let us off the lead,
But you know that, in your heart
you will always taste the bridle.

And I am not JPEGMAFIA
Or honorary PNG Yakuza
Label owns your Masters,
And your masters want their profits up

So they say you can’t diss Biden
You have to stay silent,
So shut your fuckin mouth and watch me cough it up

I’ll kill it,
Then I’ll bury it,
Piss right on the grave,
Shit, I’ll maybe dig the coffin up

They want you and me softened up,
That’s why they try crying ‘Unity’

Preach it to my face
And Watch me catch a case faster
than we should have ended qualified immunity

You can hide from the truth,
But I’ll pull you out and school you, honey,
You can call it truancy
Ash as far as you can see
Out across the ruins
Let it sink in
Til it ruins all your dopamine

I take my haze a whiter shade of Aubergine
My words are just the go-between for all this fucking acid and an out-of-date famotodine

Say my piece,
Drop the mic,
Bleed out all my chromosomes
And blow the scene

And I will not be coming back
So love us or leave us
Or mislead us to Iraq
I’m violence over science
If you’re faith over facts

We’re all up for auction, honey,
We can not relax

We coronated Biden and I didn’t cut a track
I just stared into the ether hearing everyone react
Hearing the collective sigh of liberal satisfaction
Cause you all went fucking batshit for a bigot geriatric
Who magically regains his faculties to slaps your daughters ass
And even though she’s 8, you let it happen

Just like All these fucking garbage politicians served their kids up on a platter
During photo ops designed to let them leech a little power and significance directly from the head slave master

The author of imprisonment
Who partnered with the sentencer of innocents
Telling you they’re here to heal the soul of old America,
And clearly that’s just code for
“We are here to watch you starve and serve
Our bigot benefactors

Cue the canned Kamala laughter
Comma, distractor,
Comma, less schools more jails
More fracking,
More wars, comma,
blood dollars, comma, Kamala laughing
Fuck it, honey, more reactors

Biden says
Let’s Build Back Better
But the man learned “better” from the likes of those who stood for Jim Crow
By the letter

So you can not convince me that a man who spent a lifetime swallowing the sermons of a guy like Strom Thurmond ends up anything but Kissinger with Mister Rogers Sweater.

I’m out the party
And I won’t be coming back
Let em
Love us or leave us or mislead us to Iraq
Let Kamala deceive us with some sneakers and a laugh
They will not address the other half

If they acknowledge our predicament they have to say why they dismissed us
And nobody in congress has the guts to look the nation in the face and explain how they let us waste away to afford all the comforts they need to maintain all their opulence and stingy inhumane existence

So it’s gonna be an ugly fucking Christmas

We will not be coming back
So love us or leave us
Or mislead us to Iraq
I’m violence over science
If you’re faith over facts

We’re all up for auction, Buddy,
We can not relax

We will not be coming back
So love us or leave us
Or mislead us to Iraq
I’m violence over science
If you’re faith over facts

We’re all up for auction, Biden
We will not relax