Hypocrites

You see I say I'm sick of it

When I say it, I mean this motherfucking shit I'm dealing with

And by the shit I'm dealing with, I mean these fucking hypocrites

Manifesting everywhere, all around a little mix

Of what I think, is a fucking bucket too much of stupid

All these fuckin' things, all these notions that are floating

All around their head, they bubble and then they pop, there's commotion

Then we're dead BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW

I'm only joking, I ain't toting - let me explain

See this is Friday night, when I write

And these thoughts came across my mind - as they do all the time

All these people, saying all these fucking things, all these lies

I wanna call a trump, on Donald's head, I wanna break his fucking spi

Shittt, I remembered - he don't have a spine

But this goes out to everyone, you'll be in the casket tight

Picking you off like you were Michael, and combined the Jackson 5

Ohhh, damn! What the fuck am I gonna do?

With these creeping Jesus', all these Miley Cyrus' too

All of these Jimmy Kimmels with Jay Leno in the back

Screaming "I know you hate me Jimmy, but I want my show back!"

You see I'ma attack, I'ma destroy, I'ma tear 'em a fucking part

I'll kick you hard - call me Holly Holm - pierce your fucking heart