Ready for war, out the alleys, with a hammer and sickle
Avenging spirit, the wrath of innocent Tyre Nichols
Tearing blues up to bits, till' there ain't no more kibbles
Put their hearts in glass jars, and we store em' like pickles
Really hope they bang that gavel, case early dismissal
Give em' twenty-five, thirty...
Solitude and barbiturates
Man we, crabs...
Crayfish, when it come to promotion
Kill they own, any city with the billy club poking
F*cking 2023, shit just don't change, I'm still seeing ignorance
Every minute in days, I hate society
I'm not a people person no more, millennials
Think it's cool, blazing rounds in a store...
The parenting!
Out the window, kids shouldn't be friends
Cause everything you do, they learn from you, do it again
I ain't mean to rave and rant, just sick of stupidity
Shutting off, CNN, back to positive energy
This generation killing me!
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Ready for war, out the alleys, with a hammer and sickle
Avenging spirit, the wrath of innocent Tyre Nichols
Tearing blues up to bits, till' there ain't no more kibbles
Put their hearts in glass jars, and we store em' like pickles
Really hope they bang that gavel, case early dismissal
Give em' twenty-five, thirty...
Solitude and barbiturates
Man we, crabs...
Crayfish, when it come to promotion
Kill they own, any city with the billy club poking
F*cking 2023, shit just don't change, I'm still seeing ignorance
Every minute in days, I hate society
I'm not a people person no more, millennials
Think it's cool, blazing rounds in a store...
The parenting!
Out the window, kids shouldn't be friends
Cause everything you do, they learn from you, do it again
I ain't mean to rave and rant, just sick of stupidity
Shutting off, CNN, back to positive energy
This generation killing me!
Avenging spirit, the wrath of innocent Tyre Nichols
Tearing blues up to bits, till' there ain't no more kibbles
Put their hearts in glass jars, and we store em' like pickles
Really hope they bang that gavel, case early dismissal
Give em' twenty-five, thirty...
Solitude and barbiturates
Man we, crabs...
Crayfish, when it come to promotion
Kill they own, any city with the billy club poking
F*cking 2023, shit just don't change, I'm still seeing ignorance
Every minute in days, I hate society
I'm not a people person no more, millennials
Think it's cool, blazing rounds in a store...
The parenting!
Out the window, kids shouldn't be friends
Cause everything you do, they learn from you, do it again
I ain't mean to rave and rant, just sick of stupidity
Shutting off, CNN, back to positive energy
This generation killing me!
Writer: John Holmes
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