The f**in' Trump
Yeah cut it up, cut it up
This ain't no, this ain't no bright lights and big city
It's dark alleys, red lights and no pity
I got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin' bongs
Got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn
Independent like Ralph Nader
When I hate y'all like Dallas Cowboy tailgaters
I used to cut up my arms
Now 12 arms cut up my vinyl pawns