Who hurt you? Let me at ‘em!
Who turned you into this angry ball of uncontrollable spasms?
Who taped your eyes wide open and promised the truth,
Then sat you front a TV and switched on some Fox News?

When I look at you I see red, and not because I’m mad
It just appears you’ve color coordinated so you can match your MAGA hat
At least your fashion’s mega-rad, psyche, but we can come back to that
After you’re done blabbing bout crime rates of inner city blacks

Ever been to a city? Or do you just like to flap
Your jaw and advertise to the world all the culture that you lack
I’m praying for a heart attack exactly as you start to yap
I eagerly expect next you’ll tell me that the earth is flat

Oh it is? That makes sense
If it was round you’d have slid off from being so fucking dense
I want to have this discussion but much like mike pence
your cuntiness is god damn relentless

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You’ve got this anger
Held up in your chest
And you can point it
At everyone else

We’re screaming why why why
You don’t check yourself
We’re not buying into
What you wanna sell

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Alright let’s start over, gimme something I can work with
Why do you feel people who are different are so worthless?
I hear a lot love and acceptance in your sermons
So why would I get the side eye if I walked up in your churches

“Well, when it comes to non-whites, it’s something in the melatonin”
You mean melanin?
“Melany? No, that’s the local homo!”
Oh boy, I can see this is a no-go
A few too many moonshines turned his brain cells to a no-show

I’m sorry though, it’s no insult to your intellect
I’m just trying to understand exactly what you’re trying to protect
Your confederate flags and casual use of slurs
Directly contradict the respect of no ma’ams and yes sirs

My brain hurts, I’m well and truly stumped
I need a slight break from your word dump
Oh and yeah he’s a goddamn chump
But I just did this whole song and I didn’t mention __ __ __ __ __

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Chorus:

You’ve got this anger
Held up in your chest
And you can point it
At everyone else

We’re screaming why why why
You don’t check yourself
We’re don’t buy into
What you wanna sell

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Chorus:

You’ve got this anger
Held up in your chest
And you can point it
At everyone else

We’re screaming why why why
You don’t check yourself
We’re not buying into
What you wanna sell