Homo Munchkins

Yo yo, Walking through the Jungle trying to find my Moral Compass

It's as if people try to smash me like they're Lone Wolf Judges,

Trying to pit me against em, fightin with "Normal" Punches,

Brass Knuckles on, goin for Cold Stone Lunges,

Going so Low I can smell the Burnt Coal and Soulful Grudges,

I can never fear y'all, bunches of Homo Munchkins,

Make em suffer from Bone-to-Bone Concussions,

Rupture your spleen, then All of a Sudden I Punch Holes and Run Strings In Em,

Cleanly Diss em, and Defeat the System,

Cast the undesirables to Extreme Conditions,

Never to return we burn and Complete the Mission,

Earth's history reversed and Neatly Rewritten,

Our race, chosen by the gods we Sleep in Remission,

The hate in our veins, a Reminiscent,

The cause of our loss for being Imprisoned,

Laws that scratch us with a Clause and Gimmicks,

Objections that the Markets Envision,

It's the one thing that saves us that the Heartless Prohibit,

Putting our life value in spreadsheets the Profit Margin's a Given,