Seymour Butts - America the Brave lyrics

(Yo, let's go bu*ts Oh-oh, k** 'em, dawg) [Verse 1] Yo, it's hard to give a f** of what the government does When there dumb laws are what's creating the buzz They present their citizens with retarded-a** sh** And want to see your deportation for a song like this I'm abusing the first amendment which gives me freedom of expression The same f**ing amendment that keeps gays from having weddings In some states, and they'll talk that it's state rights Well I say it's unconstitutional and they should never see daylight Let's have a damned uprising and a Malcolm X-approach And for the animals in slaughterhouses and species keep getting poached How can we overfeed turkeys so that they can't walk no more We're an inhumane country, and God, what the f** for? So we can send fat-a** Americans to their d**hbed from obesity? So they get their a**es stuck in the seats, all greasy and ceaselessly? It's not like we're fattening up piggies and sending them to the poor The paupers will never feel the glory, we need to help them out more If we can't open jobs, then let's find them a home Help them back on their feet with an eventual loan But this country doesn't know how to feel The same country who fed mentally-disabled kids radioactive oatmeal The same country that thinks that communism is terrible That policy's not bad, I honestly think that's it's wearable It's a country that's the home of the brave and land of the free But you can't be communist, atheist, or gay, oh my Christ, can you see? [Chorus] This country has a lot of shaping up to do It ain't number one, it's barely one-hundred and two Inflation's coming ahead, there should be a public scare I guess that's why right now we can't have free health care [Verse 2] A country where we overuse the word and make fun of the ghettos The government's a master puppeteer, like f**ing Geppetto My generation and the next are growing up in a racist place A place where you can slur and slang an ethnicity with grace I'll a**emble an army and I'll helm the perimeter And not let in people who hate others just 'cause they're dissimilar I know for a fact that if there is a God above us, my brethren Then He's not gonna care and he'll let the "f*gs" into Heaven Listen to what I'm preaching, whether seven or a hundred-eleven This song is a sermon and should serve as a leaven To all How's this country supposed to expand; get better and bigger When the straight Caucasians keep saying "f*ggot" and "n***a?"