Feds popping off, sure, Anarchist’s Cookbook
Black shirt, black jeans just my summer lookbook
Boy this beat sick, might call it bromoacetone
Play that Taylor Swift, we’re gon’ put some fucking Eazy on
If I get clipped by some fucking white supremacist
Back from the dead I’mma do some white eugenics shit
Buck v. Bell, ayyyy, Viva la California!
You ain’t gotta drive a Uber, they got ‘alles’ on ya

Cuz if you say - mmm - hold it up in court
That the truth can be divorced
From the words that you report
Then it might cause complications
Of the complicated sort
Like a thousand squealing hogs
On the Senate chamber floor

Billionaires make us pay for private debt
Tryna fuck a new Lewinski in a private jet
I can’t see a fucker famous off of Instagram
Without also thinking there’s some people we should put to UH
Can’t forget, you ain’t cancelled student debt
Stupid is as stupid does, do you feel stupid yet?
The next Bill Gates ain’t out getting fucking scholarships
The next Bill Gates out here counting fucking hollow tips
The next Bill Gates ain’t gon’ make a new OS
Too busy learning how to skrrt the IRS
Too busy licking boots, fiending for some clown shit (some clout shit)
Wait until they subpoena your accountant
Listen up, gonna make a new announcement
Might stitch you up, take you out like Ronda Rousey
Better yet, might come knocking on some Mao shit
Repossess, distribute, that’s the loud shit
Mizaru, ain’t see shit, I’m the President
Aim at you, eye your head, I’m the Resident
You’re getting bread? Boy, I’ll see you in the bread line
If you’re not on 4chan posting past your bedtime