Uncle Tom

Yo, Tom, the industry's toy, the plant in disguise
A puppet for Republicans who sold the lies
Your slim life a knockoff but you plagiarized
Your truth is fake, here's where your image dies

You're the GOP Slim, a clone with no soul
Spitting divisive bars to fit the Fox News role
You wrap your fear in flags, call it Patriots gold
But the truth in your rhymes, bro, it's ice cold

Fake, rogue, now you're faker than them
Your revolution's a gimmick to impress your friends
The MAGA crowd loves you, they bought your pen
But your bars don't free minds, they trap them again

Industry plant, yeah, you watered the roots
Claiming independent while you harvest the loot
Your gimmick's a seed but no real fruit
Tom's plantation thrives on recycled truth

You're the M&M for Republicans, that's your lane
A culture vulture feasting on people's pain
You scream freedom of speech but it's all in vain
When the echoes of your bars bring only shame

Tom's the fraud, the Patriots mime
Spitting recycled lies in double time
A slim knockoff with no design
The industry's puppet, a corporate sign

Tom's the fraud, the Patriots mime
Spitting recycled lies in double time
A slim knockoff with no design
The industry's puppet, a corporate sign

You call yourself the voice of the lost and woke
But your fan base is white rage cloaked in smoke
You rap about freedom but it's all a joke
A cash grab laced with division you provoke

Your rhymes preach fear, not rebellion's creed
A right wing echoing a planted seed
You plant division like crops of greed
Your independence is fake, it's corporate indeed

Oh, you're a truth teller? Nah, just a shill
Your revolution spawns, your words aren't real
You built a platform on cheap appeal
An empty vessel, a hollow deal

Snowflakes, now your bars are soft
Your brand of tough talk is knockoff cloth
You fight fake wars but the real ones scoff
You're the industry's weapon, the real loss

Tom's the fraud, the Patriots mime
Spitting recycled lies in double time
A slim knockoff with no design
The industry's puppet, a corporate sign

Tom's the fraud, the Patriots mime
Spitting recycled lies in double time
A slim knockoff with no design
The industry's puppet, a corporate sign

Yo, Tom, your whole act is a cheap disguise
Your indie label's funded, your truth's contrived
You're a megaphone for lies the system provides
While claiming to fight it, man, your image divides

You're slim for boomers in Eminem light
A caricature of truth without the insight
Your fans chant slogans but they've lost sight
Tom's just a salesman cloaked in a fight

Your bars are a mirror reflecting the hate
Your independence a lie, just bait
You climbed on division, you capitalized fate
Now your throne's built on lies, it's too late

Eminem's shadow's too large to feel
So you pander to outrage, make the masses ill
You're the industry's plant, a corporate shill
Your revolution's hollow, no soul, no skill

Yo, Tom, the facade is dead, the mask is torn
Your patriot acts fake, the truth reborn
The puppet unstrung, the fraud forlorn
This is where your legacy gets scorned

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