Red Hat Target Practice

Yeah

Say his name then aim

We talking facts, not feelings

Listen

Orange face, thin skin, small hands, big talk

Built a brand off fear, now you terrified of a walk

Through the hood you exploited from a TV set

You a landlord bully in a dusty vest

You ain’t law and order

You a coward with a border

Hiding kids in cages while you bragging on a quarter

Golf cart gangster, bunker-bed thug

Photo-op preacher with an upside cross and a shrug

You scream “jobs” while you robbin’ the workers

Tax cuts for your clique and them country club lurkers

Suing every critic, you allergic to truth

Hair sprayed ego, lil’ baby in a suit

This ain’t a protest song, it’s a roast song

Red hat target practice all night long (yeah)

ICE, MAGA, every last fake tough

Y’all loud online but in real life bluff

This ain’t a protest song, it’s a roast song

Tear your lies down, brick by brick, gone

You talk that big wall, big hate, big bluff

We come with big facts, big crowds, fed up

ICE raid at dawn on a grandma’s door

Helmet, vest, gun, but you scared of the boardroom floor

Never raid the office where they steal those checks

You just chase brown kids while you puff your chest

Chain link fences, foil as a blanket

Then pose with a Bible, think the camera won’t catch it

You chant “lawful,” “awful” is closer

Militia cosplay in a pickup motor

MAGA in the comments, all caps, no clue

“Take our country back” from who? It ain’t you

You wrap yourself in flags while you sell folks out

Patriot costume, traitor in the mouth

You love a strong man, long tan, fake tan, same fan

You cheer for a con like it’s all God’s plan

You ain’t rebels, you’re rentals, used and returned

He’ll drop you in a minute when your value’s burned

This ain’t a protest song, it’s a roast song

Red hat target practice all night long (hey!)

ICE, MAGA, every last fake tough

Y’all loud online but in real life bluff

This ain’t a protest song, it’s a roast song

Tear your lies down, brick by brick, gone

You talk that big wall, big hate, big bluff

We come with big facts, big crowds, fed up

You wanna build cages, we gon’ build unions

You wanna chant hate, we gon’ flood with communion

Of every shade, every faith, every tongue, lift up

You just one washed-up brand in a cheap gold cup (washed up, washed up)

This ain’t a protest song, it’s a roast song

Red hat target practice all night long

ICE, MAGA, every last fake tough

Y’all loud online but in real life bluff

This ain’t a protest song, it’s a roast song

Tear your lies down, brick by brick, gone

You talk that big wall, big hate, big bluff

We come with big facts, big crowds, fed up