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