El-P - Patriotism lyrics

[Scratches by Mr. Len] [El-Producto] Do you know who you are.. Do you know who you are f**ing with? Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power That we have? We will f**ing k** you! I'm the ugliest version of pa**ed down toxic capitalist Rapid emcee perversion -- I'm America! Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb From the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm America! You b**hy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy The bomb's smarter, my Ronald Reagan's crush Carter With Bay of Pig tactics makin young men into martyrs (Come on down!) Come to my happy promised land Smiley faced opportunity cypher And jump on the CoFlow pension plan A proletariat, crushing State of the Union Between serpentine words and ma** confusion Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment Your family will love my low-rent, low-life No-brain, reality-dagger, MOVEMENT Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters That the other slaughter crews pay all they dues in You up against -- Jesus Freak, formin corporations in Young Republicans Indelible NATO force hidden agenda, puppet governments I'm lovin it! Keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants f**in with me?!?! Means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized And an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat C I replace humans like robots in a GM factory (warning! warning!) Then export metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (Awww, SHUT UP!!) Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous Resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism SENSELESS! Join the census, censorship sentences sentence Triple-felon citizen paid pennance! Dissension against C-F ends in, penetentiary residence Lock em up first, then ask questions Omniscient presence, my CHARM is the weapon With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested Urine tested -- BEAT INNOCENT MAN 'TIL HE CONFESSES "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" [El-P] I'm America! I'm America! I'm America! Mr. Len, get busy on em! {*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*} [El-Producto] I'm America arrogant!! Terminus verbal curfew murders You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service! Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver Eraser, city-headed momument defacer comprising of Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger That lingers one inch off of the big bu*ton -- LET'S START THIS! I'm Sarin gas, hide in your apartments I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat a**hole of Cartman And give a crippling f** like sand sharkskin condom To your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest sh** on Soundbombing I'm American til infinite justice measure to Pesticide Cemetary Invite you to cross the border then sh*t on your divinities What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a Star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of hara**ment By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records You tried to get elected but the crowd is my paid hecklers (BOO! BOO!) You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes I'm America!! This is where the pain grows like poppies In a Field of Dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily COPY? My economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables Scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy My favorite flavour of gas is mustard I'm f**in a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice! "Who's America? Who's America? Who's America? Who's America?" {*DJ Mr. Len the Space Ghost cuts up "God damn!!"*} [El-Producto] Treason will not be tolerated! You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change! Understand! You can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras! Motherfu*kER!