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Fudge 'Round
03:17
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How dare you try and come between me and my welfare queen! It’s the “land of the free” and after all I get not even $200 bucks a month. Gonna spend it how I please, eat what I wanna eat. If you had cents you’d do like me.
But nah, you’re just a small government cuck, a hypocrite, or confused as fuck. Humping the corpse of Reagan all while billionaires like Trump get away with milking your tits raw. They give you shitty pay, shitty jobs. I bet you love the cops. I bet you give them props. They’re the biggest tax suck besides the bombs we drop.
You’ll have to take these fudge rounds out from my cold dead hands.
Last night I had this crazy dream: I was jamming out with Woody, Phil Ochs, and Joe Hill, Victor Jara, John Prine, Patrick Haggerty. We were singing “Eat the Rich” by Blackberri, union mining songs from Harlan County, Tom Scribner played the saw, Paul Robeson’s voice boomed through it all.
I stepped outside to Purple Mountains for a toke. Gil Scott rapped with Nina Simone, he said, “There’s a bitch slap waiting for anyone making Confederate anthems.” Which side are you on?
Cuz it’s clear as day you sold your soul. Where you’re going won’t meet none of them good folks. And to think, you had a shot at redemption, passed a Gucci Mane deal to play a phony redneck.
Read my lips “you’ll never take my god-given right to eat fudge rounds.”
I can fake a country accent too. I listen to your songs, they all make me blue. Your fan base is landlords and salesmen, misanthropic Neo-Nazi frogmen, and a bunch of gullible liberals who turn to fascists when they are exposed to the poverty the system creates. We’re living in a capitalist hellscape.
You better shut your mouth if you’re gonna talk down to your brothers and sisters in the working class.
Or you’ll find out, if you fuck around with our fudge rounds...
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Fried ham on top of hot biscuits
132nd and 1st
New Rain is sweeping the corner
Under the sinner’s church
A subterranean disco
Italian bricklayer’s dream
False friends drink from gifted goblets
and sow together shall reap
Told you I’m not from around here
Just now we all look the same
Used to be harder to cut your teeth
Now we’re all in a doppel gang
Buy the ticket, take the ride
You have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can
And will be used against you
So babe just meet me at
131st and 2nd
“Woop woop” the sound of the beast
Third time you see the barricades in your head
They use live rounds when you’re getting too free
Buy the ticket, take the ride
So all day it’s “fuck fascist pigs”
All night be loitering tough
Two blocks away from victory
Call a cab if they won’t let you walk
Buy the ticket, take the ride
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