Letras
Veneficia!
Veneficia!
Seven trumpets!
Veneficia!
Hands up!
Easy, with a ballot, we can put a reality TV personality in DC
Speak free if you can see how this delicate fucking matter developed but, man, it beats me! (Oh my Gooood!)
Two fleets keep peace on the mean streets
One treats brown people like they're beastly
Nothing like the force that police me (That's so oooodd!)
What's the fate of the species?
Get a metal plate and then mate with the PCs
Or retreat back to a monkey chucking feces?
(What's the deeeeal?) Wanna ease this pain
Different than the BC years
Now we BCC Jesus on the email chain
Way too many threats to flee
Way too many heads to feed
Not too many beds to sleep
Chief said that it was best you leave
"F you, please" to the refugees
And it's seeming like it's every other day that I been tugging at my collar, thinking, "Damn, it's toasty!" (Damn it's toasty)
Where did all the people at the supermarket go
That used to scan my groceries? (Scan my groceries) Vanished mostly (Vanieshed mostly)
And wassup with all the homies with the camo and the ammo in the rifles on their shoulder
Walking through the city, thinking that they're Annie Oakley? (Annie Oakley!)
That's quite enough
But this shit is fucking unbelievable
I swear you couldn't write this stuff
Everywhere that I stare (Veneficia!)
You couldn't write this shit, no
Every minute, deeper in it (Veneficia!)
Another fantasy is brought to life
Everywhere that I stare (Science Fiction!)
You couldn't write this shit, no
Every minute, deeper in it (Veneficia!)
And now I never get surprised
Young George Jetson stepping up in this motherfucker
Gripping a butcher knife, hoping I can cut the chord
Where the horde is plugged to the motherboard
That is not a legitimate hoverboard (Shit's got wheels!)
I Iook at the sky, saying "My God, run!"