Worthless Opinions and Farm Animals

Steppin it up
I gotta million ways to lose it
Pick the first one fifth, cuz the fifth's the fourth for the third movement
Move and hustle all day
I gotta make a million dollars, bouta get that big day
Lose it in a lake
Gun-runners drawn, no tax-man today
Fuck that
He's no hyperbolic hubris
He's the serious cereal killer serializing the serum that sears em
Sayin put your fucking hands up
Hot pavement, cold blood
Pop arrangement, old gut, no shit, I gotta, change it
Keep that shit outta ya songs
It's depressing, your fighting here is fruitless
But lemme tell you, on God
He is here to change, He'll break this Red Grip
Society's crying, he neighly cries out Neighbor
Comrade, hear me out on my last nuisance

And what a nuisance
But let's not pretend its over

Red's gotta getta Big Bond-Bubble bound surefire for burst
These economics have been useless!
Self-Determination: It is sacred!
But only if you're willing to surrender it without that Thanks, Dick
Damn-near two thousand and counting
But it only really counts if they're on your team and they are rousing
But Praise God, Praise God
Good things will surely come for all those men they wasted!
And fuck them!
There is no scripture that says to choose this
The answer is obvious!
The solution is whipping them for their heinous, raw, abuses
Boot licking de Policia
It's insane I've to say that we're ashamed of ya
Cantané of America
Losing a war against a plant, winning a shot median income?

Ineptitude, hiding, dying, lying and spying
Nothing has changed! Yo, you were all truthless!
And no one's surprised
So why do we do nothing?