Somebody wrote an article talking about the homeless again
I skimmed it for a minute then i found myself in the comment section
I swear theirs something wrong with me, like at this point
'I'm not even trying to find someone who agrees or a reason to have faith in humanity
Like, I'm just there to find a reason to be indignant
There it is
Some fat caucasian says we oughta exterminate them all like vermin
And the cherry on top is his profile says his job he's secret service
So there i am typing up inflammatory shit and i'm deleting it
I'm thinking, theres no reason to post a response cause even if I'm diplomatic
I'm probably not gonna change this guys mind on the internet
So i take a deep breath and just drop it an try to focus on my job
But his comment keeps swimming through my thoughts
And I'm thinking about how nice it'd be to connect four knuckles to jaw
Like as if laying out one pig would somehow leave all the world's problems solved
And I'm sure I'll forget all about by lunch
But I've got this over active imagination and try as i may these scenarios just wont stop
So I'm going about my business, clenching my jaw
Images of people I've known and loved getting taken out by this fat f*cks imaginary death squads
And I'm trying not to focus on my hatred too much cause he's probably never had to knock on wood
He's just out of touch
So how about that
He's probably got kids and with how fat he is if he probably break an ankle
If he ever had to chase someone
And he was raised prideful so he probably wouldn't take all his drugs
And in his medicine cabinet his pills wound sit
Untill his daughter finds herself with a razor on the toilet
Thinking about slitting her teenage wrists after having just heard him pop off the top of the head
With some insensitive shit
She'd probably pop a few pills and stop
Because she was raised to fear the consequence of hell
So she'd feel better after they kick in connect the euphoria to the pills
And keep coming back to the bottle untill she needs a refill
And then go out to the street to find the same brand or an alternative
All the while keeping her addiction hid
Because she wasn't raise to respect her father just fear consequences.
And there she goes off to college but it don't go well
Finds herself getting turned out for heron cut with fentanyl and loose cigarettes
And that fat shit is assigned to some hooker loving congressmen
Who needs to hide the body because she went and o.d.ed on him
So he wraps her up in the sheets and mister secret service drops her off a bridge no problem because he Thinks junkies are just human garbage so he's doesn't over think it
Just keeps walking untill he gets called in to identify the body
And i really need to stay off the comment section
No use crying over the fall of Rome
Nobody calls their father daddy anymore
And all your prayers are just safe words
That god ignores
No use crying over the fall of Rome
Nobody calls their father daddy anymore
And all your prayers are just safe words
That god ignores
Well tune in for the accusation
Gone by the verdict cause we got bored
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Somebody wrote an article talking about the homeless again
I skimmed it for a minute then i found myself in the comment section
I swear theirs something wrong with me, like at this point
'I'm not even trying to find someone who agrees or a reason to have faith in humanity
Like, I'm just there to find a reason to be indignant
There it is
Some fat caucasian says we oughta exterminate them all like vermin
And the cherry on top is his profile says his job he's secret service
So there i am typing up inflammatory shit and i'm deleting it
I'm thinking, theres no reason to post a response cause even if I'm diplomatic
I'm probably not gonna change this guys mind on the internet
So i take a deep breath and just drop it an try to focus on my job
But his comment keeps swimming through my thoughts
And I'm thinking about how nice it'd be to connect four knuckles to jaw
Like as if laying out one pig would somehow leave all the world's problems solved
And I'm sure I'll forget all about by lunch
But I've got this over active imagination and try as i may these scenarios just wont stop
So I'm going about my business, clenching my jaw
Images of people I've known and loved getting taken out by this fat f*cks imaginary death squads
And I'm trying not to focus on my hatred too much cause he's probably never had to knock on wood
He's just out of touch
So how about that
He's probably got kids and with how fat he is if he probably break an ankle
If he ever had to chase someone
And he was raised prideful so he probably wouldn't take all his drugs
And in his medicine cabinet his pills wound sit
Untill his daughter finds herself with a razor on the toilet
Thinking about slitting her teenage wrists after having just heard him pop off the top of the head
With some insensitive shit
She'd probably pop a few pills and stop
Because she was raised to fear the consequence of hell
So she'd feel better after they kick in connect the euphoria to the pills
And keep coming back to the bottle untill she needs a refill
And then go out to the street to find the same brand or an alternative
All the while keeping her addiction hid
Because she wasn't raise to respect her father just fear consequences.
And there she goes off to college but it don't go well
Finds herself getting turned out for heron cut with fentanyl and loose cigarettes
And that fat shit is assigned to some hooker loving congressmen
Who needs to hide the body because she went and o.d.ed on him
So he wraps her up in the sheets and mister secret service drops her off a bridge no problem because he Thinks junkies are just human garbage so he's doesn't over think it
Just keeps walking untill he gets called in to identify the body
And i really need to stay off the comment section
No use crying over the fall of Rome
Nobody calls their father daddy anymore
And all your prayers are just safe words
That god ignores
No use crying over the fall of Rome
Nobody calls their father daddy anymore
And all your prayers are just safe words
That god ignores
Well tune in for the accusation
Gone by the verdict cause we got bored
I skimmed it for a minute then i found myself in the comment section
I swear theirs something wrong with me, like at this point
'I'm not even trying to find someone who agrees or a reason to have faith in humanity
Like, I'm just there to find a reason to be indignant
There it is
Some fat caucasian says we oughta exterminate them all like vermin
And the cherry on top is his profile says his job he's secret service
So there i am typing up inflammatory shit and i'm deleting it
I'm thinking, theres no reason to post a response cause even if I'm diplomatic
I'm probably not gonna change this guys mind on the internet
So i take a deep breath and just drop it an try to focus on my job
But his comment keeps swimming through my thoughts
And I'm thinking about how nice it'd be to connect four knuckles to jaw
Like as if laying out one pig would somehow leave all the world's problems solved
And I'm sure I'll forget all about by lunch
But I've got this over active imagination and try as i may these scenarios just wont stop
So I'm going about my business, clenching my jaw
Images of people I've known and loved getting taken out by this fat f*cks imaginary death squads
And I'm trying not to focus on my hatred too much cause he's probably never had to knock on wood
He's just out of touch
So how about that
He's probably got kids and with how fat he is if he probably break an ankle
If he ever had to chase someone
And he was raised prideful so he probably wouldn't take all his drugs
And in his medicine cabinet his pills wound sit
Untill his daughter finds herself with a razor on the toilet
Thinking about slitting her teenage wrists after having just heard him pop off the top of the head
With some insensitive shit
She'd probably pop a few pills and stop
Because she was raised to fear the consequence of hell
So she'd feel better after they kick in connect the euphoria to the pills
And keep coming back to the bottle untill she needs a refill
And then go out to the street to find the same brand or an alternative
All the while keeping her addiction hid
Because she wasn't raise to respect her father just fear consequences.
And there she goes off to college but it don't go well
Finds herself getting turned out for heron cut with fentanyl and loose cigarettes
And that fat shit is assigned to some hooker loving congressmen
Who needs to hide the body because she went and o.d.ed on him
So he wraps her up in the sheets and mister secret service drops her off a bridge no problem because he Thinks junkies are just human garbage so he's doesn't over think it
Just keeps walking untill he gets called in to identify the body
And i really need to stay off the comment section
No use crying over the fall of Rome
Nobody calls their father daddy anymore
And all your prayers are just safe words
That god ignores
No use crying over the fall of Rome
Nobody calls their father daddy anymore
And all your prayers are just safe words
That god ignores
Well tune in for the accusation
Gone by the verdict cause we got bored
Writer: Ryan Mixon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid