VERSE 1
So what if the bearded horse man was a little bit saucy
To the transphobic author who excuses the Nazis
He dragged her errand girl by her pretty silk stockings
Through a pit of coals, now the cops are body-chalking
The pantyhose looks better on the bird-loving femboy
Their fans use vibrators 'til their toys ain't making noise
Lights out! Guerrilla radio!
But enjoy the infighting, ‘cause the alt-right ain’t
playing, yo
A circular firing
squad
Is the best way to
meet God
Fighting like
children who were spared the rod
If only we could
tell them corporal punishment is flawed
VERSE 2
While you fuckers are fighting over a bowl of ramen noodles
Uncle Clarence Thomas is collecting massive boodles
But wait, the whitest of white chicks was the chef
Now you’re putting out videos on why you left the left
You were never there before, the way you shit on addicts
Leaving them to fight in prison cells to see who is the
baddest
Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!
That used to be us, but it’s bickering we’re selling
CHORUS
A circular firing squad
Is the best way to meet God
Fighting like children who were spared the rod
If only we could tell them corporal punishment is flawed
BRIDGE
They’re wholesome degenerates, not MAGA confederates
Step up to the plate, let’s see you do it better, bitch
You would crumble like crackers staring down the camera lens
You’ve got another eight hours until the livestream ends
VERSE 3
Hippie-dippie-Tippy, he’s a lover of good food
That ain’t insult comedy, your washed-up ass would get booed
Fatphobic jokes are the only kind you got
While your trad family’s roast beef is cooking in the pot
It’s not doxing if your name is in the paper
If anything, he did your cause a little bitty favor
Pistol grip pump on your lap at all times!
Let’s see if infighting turns into violent crimes
CHORUS
A circular firing squad
Is the best way to meet God
Fighting like children who were spared the rod
If only we could tell them corporal punishment is flawed
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