huh this motherfucker was passin out pamphlets to me an shit tryin to put me up on game i was like you stinky motherfucker with long armpit hair sticking out like a sore thumb smelling like dinosaur dung these hippies are holier than thou at poorly attended peace marches holding cold veggie dogs i m not your homie or pen pal though i unload ink cartridges at red state demigods cause smearing a salad on a suv can t save the black faces at the refugee camp there is your sterling sputnik to compliment your unfurling drug fix you ve been hoodwinked the secret brotherhood winks as your heroes push ink with their branded buttocks now he s an action pose doll clad in the latest fashion faux pas just another rapping know it all trying to de politicize those big business ties let me guess you re a macrobiotic cuisine prep cook with a text book liberal outlook in an oppressed nook couch surfing but your dad s got employment history at halliburton while you dress like wild mermen cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer kill your employer kill your employer kill your employer kill your employer riddled with neo expressionism omitted words and arty erasure you pass out your green party favor smoking on cush hash algae at the bush bash rally mocking army brigade verve bar b qing sorts of meat substitutes arguing at your bleak study group shunning pop art in your turtle neck shopping carts with turbo jets write red cross personal checks yet no relief monies are en route you exchange wistful kai bai bos while they prep the missile silos and i ll fortify the left s patron saint with anti war cries and face paint when the gop appoints a man in tights to read protestors their miranda rights hey this is an anger pact a teen scratch post that boast a paperback zine pathos unsheathe the saber says thee blasphemer s acting coach and torment the scientologist at the cineplex they are bonafide clansmen in dinner dress giving your art loft undertows the thumb and nose cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer cause recreational paranoia is the sport of now so kill your employer kill your employer kill your employer kill your employer i don t join the ranks of ordinary men i burn flags not oil reserves i m no ex football player iraqi combatant who the fuck do you think you re talking to i don t join the ranks of ordinary men i burn flags not oil reserves i m no ex football player iraqi combatant who the fuck do you think you re talking to it s me fucker it s me it s me production boom bip vocals recorded by daddy kev at the echo chamber