Lyrics
We have a first amendment, we can say that we're blessed.
It gives us certain rights, and one is freedom of press.
Reporters do their job with the public so trusting.
But when they lie to us they are frickin' disgusting.
The press is called the fourth branch.
Some of them got a bad stench.
Most are in the bag for progressive hags.
Can't trust what they show you
They're just trying to snow you
Tell you what to think,
Tryna bring you to the brink, of your sanity.
You think it starts in J-school,
But really starts in grade school
Tell you what to think,
Fill your head full of stink
Indoctrinated...
Incubated...
Led down the path
Make you hate your homeland
Don't think that it's so grand
We should be like other places
They can't tie their shoelaces
Do they want to live in utopia?
a leftist cornucopia.
Free Healthcare.
Free housing.
Free food.
Free cable.
No guns.
No money.
No fashion.
No job.
We call it prison.
I don't see them moving.
I'll pack for them proving,
That they don't want improving.
That just won't behoove them.
Style
hich hop
Credits
Prompt byWrenchInTheWorx
GeneratedJun 26, 2024
ModelAria v3.5
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