I don't got a lot these days, jaw is aching
Jawing off, I got a lot to say
I can't even see your face sir
Are you the state?
Boy you look like Darth Vader
I drank a can of mace
Oh thank you saving grace
Said he ain't racist, left a boy faceless
Cover up now, piggy in a blanket
What would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh claim he ain't violent
Hand on a firearm
Found an old man, then he slammed him on the pavement
Oh what would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh I don't got a lot these days
Popping knuckles, popping off
Don't got a lot at stake
Got burning in my eyelids
Standing in the shade of your monopoly of violence
I got a taste, oh thank you saving grace
Said he ain't racist, left a boy faceless
Cover up now, piggy in a blanket
What would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh claim he ain't violent
Hand on a firearm
Found an old man, then he slammed him on the pavement
Oh what would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh from right here in the beehive state all the way north to the tip of Maine
Every one of you has got every one of me in chains
From Minnesota to Utah, California, Arkansas
Every one of you has got every one of me in enraged
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I don't got a lot these days, jaw is aching
Jawing off, I got a lot to say
I can't even see your face sir
Are you the state?
Boy you look like Darth Vader
I drank a can of mace
Oh thank you saving grace
Said he ain't racist, left a boy faceless
Cover up now, piggy in a blanket
What would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh claim he ain't violent
Hand on a firearm
Found an old man, then he slammed him on the pavement
Oh what would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh I don't got a lot these days
Popping knuckles, popping off
Don't got a lot at stake
Got burning in my eyelids
Standing in the shade of your monopoly of violence
I got a taste, oh thank you saving grace
Said he ain't racist, left a boy faceless
Cover up now, piggy in a blanket
What would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh claim he ain't violent
Hand on a firearm
Found an old man, then he slammed him on the pavement
Oh what would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh from right here in the beehive state all the way north to the tip of Maine
Every one of you has got every one of me in chains
From Minnesota to Utah, California, Arkansas
Every one of you has got every one of me in enraged
Jawing off, I got a lot to say
I can't even see your face sir
Are you the state?
Boy you look like Darth Vader
I drank a can of mace
Oh thank you saving grace
Said he ain't racist, left a boy faceless
Cover up now, piggy in a blanket
What would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh claim he ain't violent
Hand on a firearm
Found an old man, then he slammed him on the pavement
Oh what would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh I don't got a lot these days
Popping knuckles, popping off
Don't got a lot at stake
Got burning in my eyelids
Standing in the shade of your monopoly of violence
I got a taste, oh thank you saving grace
Said he ain't racist, left a boy faceless
Cover up now, piggy in a blanket
What would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh claim he ain't violent
Hand on a firearm
Found an old man, then he slammed him on the pavement
Oh what would you do if there were no one there to save you now?
Oh from right here in the beehive state all the way north to the tip of Maine
Every one of you has got every one of me in chains
From Minnesota to Utah, California, Arkansas
Every one of you has got every one of me in enraged
Writer: Kenzo Tillitt
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