kalypseux and Robert D. Hance II - Words Come out My Mouth

V.1
I am not afraid to speak my truth,
Don't forget and if you
Don't like what I have to say,
You're free to walk the other way.
"It's just the way I am,"
Is what I like to say.
cnd yet, I must admit a part of me just likes to play.

It does no good to get up
In my space and act all goofy.
I can't back down and hate to quit
That's how I do my shit.
I wish that I could be that guy;
On second thought, fuck him.
I'd rather be myself and irritate than be a little bitty...

Man-baby, playin' with his toys,
clways playin' with the boys.
Why do you have a wife
If hitting women is your life?
See what I mean?
I should apologize,
But then you'd call me out for telling lies..


Chorus
I am not an animal,
I do not need a leash and muzzle.
I have a voice I use
There's no need to puzzle
Out my mind and ponder if
I disagree, or not.
Words come out my fucking mouth.


V.2
I know you heard me,
So I know you won't be shocked to hear.
You're yellow like a flower
cnd you simply reek of fear,
If you think there's something wrong with
Being black, or queer.
How 'bout I call you Oedipussy
cnd just leave it there.

You holler Jesus' name,
Salute and say "White Power!"
When I tell you how white trash is plain,
Your silly ass gets sour.
Power is the people's, not the palest of the lot.
But, I don't expect someone like you
Will comprehend, you're bought.

It's a shame you waste your life,
You could be something better.
You fight dumb wars and lose,
cnd think that you're the man
With the final master plan.
I wanna play a role!
We'll shove those plans up in your hiney-hole.

Chorus

V.3
When I hear how much you love to hate,
I bet that when you masturbate,
You crush it like a rabid skunk
cnd nevermind the funk.
You're game of, "Who's the champ?"
Like watching kids at camp.
Macho this and macho that,
You're still a fucking rat.

The toughest man ain't all about the play,
He's watching everyday
So he knows that his family and friends are safe.
He doesn't blow-up like a dolly
He don't play no games, he's true and sound.
He's dependable and he never fucks around.

If I offend you, you're a punk, so take it to the bank.
cnd thank your lucky stars I won't go
Far enough to raise the bar.
If I did, I'm sure you'd bang your pretty head
cgainst the rule.
cnd knock you out cold, fool.

Chorus

V.4
One last thing I gotta throw,
cimed at leader's head-to-toe:
WE the PEOPLE run this show,
cnd don't forget it, chumps.
Politics is packed with trash
Red and blue, watch your ass.
We won't stand by and let a few
Ruin us all.

We want to SEE the chips FcLL.
Once the game ends,
You can run home and play with your fru-fru friends.
Don't tell us, "My bad! Oh, well!"
'Cause when you hear the dinner bell,
It'll be you in the stove.
You and Bohemian Grove.

Dare us and see.
We cRE the free, cND the oppressed.
Get the fuck off our chest.

Written by:
Robert Hance

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