Think you'll be a billionaire too
You're a fool, dog
Word to Voltaire
They'll enlighten you in the gulag
Didn't mean to scare you
I was mad but now I'm cooled off
You're still a wimp and a square too
You smell like shoe smog
Who's on first? Who's on second
You're not even on the field, what I reckon
Just checking for class consciousness
Think you go deep
Yeah your ass bottomless
Don't worry I'm dumb too
That's how I thought of this
Trickle down economics
Proletariat incompetence
If we don't organize
The future looks ominous
I'm pretty confident
That Jesus was a communist
Pray to no God
But my work ethic protestant
Catholic guilt
When I got no confidence
On documents I'm the great
Great Grandson of Molly Maguires
Be a novelist maybe later
Pumping out satires
Writing fiction's what I favor
But I'm a bad liar
First festivities, second labour
Like I'm repping for the Shire
Gunfire and bombs away
They're f*cking with our data
Fight on behalf of everyone
Alpha, gamma, sigma, beta
No time left for patience
Bye bye to clock sales
Way to change's not voting
S'molotov cocktails
Way to change's not voting
S'molotov cocktails