Patriotism Lyrics - Company Flow

[el-producto] 

Do you know who you are.. 

Do you know who you are fucking with? 

Do you know, the access, to weapons, money and power 

That we have? we will fucking kill you! 

I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist 

Rapid emcee perversion -- I'm america! 

Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed 

Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb 

From the makers of the devious hearts -- I'm america! 

You bitchy little dogs don't even phase my basic policy 

The bomb's smarter, my ronald reagan's crush carter 

With bay of pig tactics makin young men into martyrs 

(come on down!) come to my happy promised land 

Smiley faced opportunity cypher 

And jump on the coflow pension plan 

A proletariat, crushing state of the union 

Between serpentine words and mass confusion 

Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment 

Your family will love my low-rent, low-life 

No-brain, reality-dagger, movement 

Hop over the border for amusement; try to test the waters 

That the other slaughter crews pay all the usance 

You up against -- jesus freak, formin corporations in young republicans 

Indelible nato force hidden agenda, puppet governments 

I'm lovin it! keep the people guessin who I'm runnin with 

Control the population and hide behind sacred covenants 

Fuckin with me? !? ! means liberal wildlife burnin, gasoline seized 

And an automagnetic third world printed with metal plates in they knees 

Can't you hear the disenchanted, hide the scream of 

Gabriel's reflected new wind instrument, a judgment played in flat c 

I replace humans like robots in a gm factory (warning! warning!) 

Then explore metaphors to sweat shops, cause the price is satisfactory 

Your pious little cries of injustice get met with apathy (awww, shucks!) 

Soak, cloak, hormone injected dairy product 

And conservative right-wing anti-eroticism; the poisonous 

Resevoirs and power lines in your neighborhood cause botchilism 

Senseless! join the census, censorship sentences sentence 

Triple-felon citizen paid pennance! 

Dissension against c-f ends in, penetentiary residence 

Lock em up first, then ask questions 

Omniscient presence, my charm is the weapon 

With cameras mics and satellites that leave privacy breathless 

You don't even know the chemicals you've ingested 

Urine tested -- beat innocent man til he confesses 

"who's america? who's america? who's america? who's america? " 

"who's america? who's america? who's america? who's america? " 

[el-p] I'm america! I'm america! i'm america! mr. len, get busy on em! 

* dj mr. len the space ghost cuts up "god damn!!" * 

[el-producto] 

I'm america arrogant!! terminus verbal curfew murders 

You either purchase my products or you're worthless, that's my service! 

Don't look into the oculars of a daylight saver 

Erase your city head and momument defacer comprising of 

Patriot droids, sent into the void with lead linings 

Employed by the bureaucrats of automatic twisted rhyme timing 

You're guaranteed nothing but my fat little finger 

That lingers one inch off of the big button -- let's start this! 

I'm saran gas, hide in your apartments 

I'm stealth like a robot hidden in the fat asshole of cartman 

And give a crippling fuck like sand sharkskin condom 

To your apparent vaginal problem - the hottest shit on soundbombing 

I'm american til infinite justice measure to pesticide cemetary 

Invite you to cross the border then shit on your divinities 

What language is that? I'm angusih in fact, tangle with a 

Star-spangled standard issue gat for crowd management 

Talk loud and get enshrouded in a hot cloud of harassment 

By the crowd force of my mental pedestrian checker, 

That smashes subordinate skulls and update the file in your dental records 

You tryin to get a light but yet the crowd is my paid hecklers (boo! boo!) 

You just stepped into the spectrum of paranoid word rainbows 

Thinkin you sick with a sihlouette, burn transit cop out his plain clothes 

I'm america!! this is where the pain grows like poppies 

In a field of dreams I paid for, I'll burn it down if operated sloppily 

Copy? my economic sanction rhyme style got your syllables 

Scraping for rice and riding in a pre-1960 jalopy 

My favorite flavour of gas is mustard 

I'm fuckin a blind hermaphrodite icon and convincin you that it's justice! 

"who's america? who's america? who's america? who's america? " 

* dj mr. len the space ghost cuts up "god damn!!" * 

[el-producto] 

Treason will not be tolerated! 

You have been enlisted.. into a lifestyle that you may not change! 

Understand! you can't be happy.. and smile.. for the cameras! 

Motherfucker!