its not a joke he aims to knock us over with his gall his girth his greed his lawyers lay it out wrinkled suit long ass tie scotch tape on both sides nowhere to hide from the emperor with no clothes on walking around bare ass in a crown head of steak you deal in snake oil poison our water for a fucking dollar withdraw our energy you can wither in your own deceit because the truth is the truth is the truth we see right through you we see right through the emperor with no clothes on walking around bare ass in a crown head of steak you deal in snake oil poison our mother for a fucking dollar fear has no power over us ignore the emperor with no clothes on demands a crowd bare ass in a crown head of steak you deal in dying oil poison our mother for a fucking dollar dollar dollar a fucking dollar
['brooklyn indie']