Shotguns
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
I make my rhymes Ernest
Keep delivering shotguns
My time's turning Hemingway to literate rock puns
With Slytherin litterin little cigarette smoked butts
They huffing and they puffin but the straw men all stay up
They stay tough, news now be the fake stuff
The president is lying and the evidence cakes up
And say what?
Karaoke the news like a Twitter is
Considered even truer than true life
The diary of trump be the fiery clue like
You think you know but you have no idea
Spit a written though until the whole world see
A kid in camp, kid in cell, kid how you see it?
I'm a man seeing well, shit
Seeing demons on the tv screen and things we
Read are seeming like a TV scene but no one screams
Like a TV scene but no one screams
Just stare, sort of whisper, like a hashtags gonna make a difference
Thoughts and prayers, like a bitch does
Burning ash down burn the whole clique bruh
Said I'm there, my word's different
But what's a word against the whole mission
Fuck a fight fair, fight vicious
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
Dropped a few girls and the same amount of fucks
And I drop a few bars when I'm feeling to give it up
Feeling to give hell feeling to spit well like water
Feeling to live now feeling take shit not barter
I'ma lead the people to the king front door
Speak with evil and speak what y'all for
Being American used to be something that we could be proud of and we
Could be more than just out in shadows of men that be poorly adjusted
Currency currently hanging flags with the enemy, I mean really g?
I been waking up waiting for the bomb drop
Now waking up seeming like the time is off
I been waking up waiting for the bomb drop
When the people is awake we could stop it all
Just stare, sort of whisper, like a hashtags gonna make a difference
Thoughts and prayers, like a bitch does
Burning ash down burn the whole clique bruh
Said I'm there, my words different
But what's a word against the whole mission
Fuck a fight fair, fight vicious
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
We knew the world would not be the same
A few people laughed, a few people cried
Most people were silent
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
I make my rhymes Ernest
Keep delivering shotguns
My time's turning Hemingway to literate rock puns
With Slytherin litterin little cigarette smoked butts
They huffing and they puffin but the straw men all stay up
They stay tough, news now be the fake stuff
The president is lying and the evidence cakes up
And say what?
Karaoke the news like a Twitter is
Considered even truer than true life
The diary of trump be the fiery clue like
You think you know but you have no idea
Spit a written though until the whole world see
A kid in camp, kid in cell, kid how you see it?
I'm a man seeing well, shit
Seeing demons on the tv screen and things we
Read are seeming like a TV scene but no one screams
Like a TV scene but no one screams
Just stare, sort of whisper, like a hashtags gonna make a difference
Thoughts and prayers, like a bitch does
Burning ash down burn the whole clique bruh
Said I'm there, my word's different
But what's a word against the whole mission
Fuck a fight fair, fight vicious
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
Dropped a few girls and the same amount of fucks
And I drop a few bars when I'm feeling to give it up
Feeling to give hell feeling to spit well like water
Feeling to live now feeling take shit not barter
I'ma lead the people to the king front door
Speak with evil and speak what y'all for
Being American used to be something that we could be proud of and we
Could be more than just out in shadows of men that be poorly adjusted
Currency currently hanging flags with the enemy, I mean really g?
I been waking up waiting for the bomb drop
Now waking up seeming like the time is off
I been waking up waiting for the bomb drop
When the people is awake we could stop it all
Just stare, sort of whisper, like a hashtags gonna make a difference
Thoughts and prayers, like a bitch does
Burning ash down burn the whole clique bruh
Said I'm there, my words different
But what's a word against the whole mission
Fuck a fight fair, fight vicious
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
We knew the world would not be the same
A few people laughed, a few people cried
Most people were silent
Throw your hands in the air where my fist is
Credits
Writer(s): Shavo Odadjian, Raymond Hawthorne, Saro Paparian
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