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[El Producto]
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Do you know who you are..
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Do you know who you are fucking with?
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Do you know the access to weapons money and power
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that we have? We will fucking kill you!
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I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
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rapid emcee perversion I'm America!
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Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets squashed
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Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot guided weaponry bomb
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from the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America!
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You bitchy little tarts don't even phase my basic policy
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The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter
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Prepare big tactics, makin young men into martyrs
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(Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land
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Smiley faced opportunity cypher
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and jump on the CoFlow pension plan
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A proletariat, crushing State of the Union
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between serpentine words and mass confusion
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of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment
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Your family will love my low-rent, low-life
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no-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT
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Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters
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that the other slaughter crews periodic usin
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You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans
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Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments
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I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with
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Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants
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Fuckin with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized
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and an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees
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Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of
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Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C
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I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!)
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Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory
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Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (awww, SHUCKS!)
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Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product
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and conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous
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resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism
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SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence
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Triple-felon citizen paid pennance!
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Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence
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Lock em up first, then ask questions
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Ommision presence, my CHARM is the weapon
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with cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless
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You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested
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Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN TIL HE CONFESSES
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"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
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"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
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[El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em!
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* DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!" *
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[El-Producto]
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I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders
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You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my servants!
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Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver
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Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of
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patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings
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Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing
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You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger
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that lingers one inch off of the big button -- LET'S START THIS!
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I'm Saran gas, hide in your apartments
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I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of Cartman
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And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom
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to your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on Soundbombing
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I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary
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Invite you to cross the border then SHIT on your divinities
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What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a
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star-spangled standard issue for crowd management
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Go wild and get a trial and then a hot cry to harassment
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by the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker,
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that smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records
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You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!)
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You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word wrangle
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Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes
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I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies
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in a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily
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COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables
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scraping for rice and riding in a green 1960 jalopy
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My favorite flavour of gas is mustard
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I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice!
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"Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?"
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* DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!" *
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[El-Producto]
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Treason will not be tolerated!
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You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change!
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Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras!
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MotherFUCKER!
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Patriotism
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