Steaksauce Mustache - Dance Cops - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Steaksauce Mustache

album: SuperWoke

Frantic pandemonium
Excessive use of force, dropping verbal plutonium
Spastic terror symposium
Profit from the poor, control them from the podium
Hands up, light the sirens
Raise your voices, kill the silence
Stand tall, or not at all
A castle wall will never fall
But our unity is a cannonball
Cock it like a loaded gun
Spitting like a cobra's tongue
I can't think straight in this noise pollution
Party like a catholic nun
You can hide but you've got nowhere to run away
Fan the flames of the insane
The fire hurts but
Hell, hath no fury like a millennial scorned
Do you feel no empathy
Prophet save your breath
Your gossip tastes like meth
Prophet, speak the truth and nothing but the truth
Gossip, cut my ears just to shut you up
I question if I am turning insane
Cock it like a loaded gun
This all makes sense in the back of my brain
Spitting like a cobra's tongue
Watch me suffer and I'll watch you decay
Keep your bullets to yourself

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